Like the status of painting today, I feel trapped in a sanitized, sedentary backwater, only emerging to be objectified in an artistic zoo. Today, there is a political zoo – as the world mourns the political abattoir of the Ukraine. But did we think we could tame a dangerous animal? We have been deluding ourselves despite it being tamed for decades. Russia isn’t just the hunter stalking its prey, it is also the poacher extending its territory by murdering for the ‘tusks and Rhino horn’ (crucial ports on the Black sea) of the Crimea.