The dogs look more disciplined than most humans.

The gallery seemed to hum with quiet energy as I wandered through its maze of exhibits. And then I stumbled upon this peculiar installation—a pack of ceramic dogs staring back at me with expressions that were oddly human. The central figure, chained yet upright, felt like a silent commentary on authority or perhaps belonging. It was unsettling but magnetic. I found myself wondering if the artist intended for us to see ourselves in these creatures—obedient yet yearning for freedom. The artificial grass beneath them added an ironic touch, as if even their world was a construct. There’s something about art that forces you to confront questions you didn’t know you were carrying.