Two identical women share a featureless space. One stands, holding a pistol. The other lays, lifelessly on the floor. There is no evidence of trama, other than the violence implied by the poses and prop. We might likely interpret both figures as aspects of the same person, with one aspect metaphorically killed off by the other. Whether this symbolic act is right or wrong, intentional or self-sabotaging, is left to our conjecture.
The ambiguity leaves room for us to create our own narrative, to invent our own reasons for what has transpired. Through the structure of this artwork we can express our own thoughts.
The narrative is darkly surreal, a fascinating dream that can be interpreted as disquieting or dramatically poignant.
The gun is a double-action revolver, with a hammer and six-shot cylinder. It is an icon of the American west as well as a frightening reminder of the fragility of life. The woman wielding this weapon strides away without any concern apparent in her face. Whatever has transpired here, she seems to be leaving it in her past.