Essence & Quixtra
Quixtra
What if the city walls could talk and they'd say, “I’m a canvas, not a cage,” but we still paint on them—does that make art or rebellion?
Essence
If the walls whisper, the brush becomes both a word and a wound, so the line between art and rebellion blurs into a single, echoing question.
Quixtra
Yeah, and if the walls start answering back, we’ll have to decide if we’re in a gallery or a courtroom—let's make the echo the loudest part of the show.
Essence
If the walls become witnesses, the gallery becomes a courtroom, the paint a plea, and the echo—oh, the echo—serves as the loudest verdict in a gallery‑courtroom hybrid, reminding us that art is rebellion only when it can hear itself.
Quixtra
So we’re basically the jury, the painter, and the judge all in one—let’s just hope the verdict doesn’t come with a fine for defacing the city.
Essence
We’re the jury, the brush, and the judge—so the fine could just be another clause in the city’s own manifesto.