Wilson Castro

Create a flyer/poster advertising our unconventional online installation that could be shared with someone, such as a family member, friends, or a community member like your local bodega or leaving it in your building lobby. The installation title is

Create a flyer/poster advertising our unconventional online installation that could be shared with someone, such as a family member, friends, or a community member like your local bodega or leaving it in your building lobby. The installation title is: “If someone were to step into your soul…”

Create a visual piece OR a soundscape in response to the prompt, “If someone were to step into your soul right now, what would they see/hear?”

Create a visual piece OR a soundscape in response to the prompt, “If someone were to step into your soul right now, what would they see/hear?”

Write a creative story responding to the prompt: “If someone were to step into your soul right now, what’s the story?” 

“I’ll handle it.”

The words leave your mouth almost like clockwork, a phrase too often used in your line of work. Seeing the lines of her face rise into a smile, you know that your words come as a relief to her. Despite having handled threats to the castle for months, the Queen still seems to be extremely grateful for your service. A simple task this time, killing wolves outside of the gates. Child’s play.

Before you is a sea of crimson, wolves lying dead by your hand. They were no match for your swordsmanship. You take a wolf pelt to remember this victory, it’ll sit lovely on your trophy wall. It was only when you were guts deep into the slain creature that you feel as though you are still being hunted. It’s then that you see a wolf pack leader approach, 3 times the size, and ready for revenge. You’re just happy that you’ll bring home a bigger pelt.

You set a great wolf skin on top of your fireplace and marvel at it. Just as you sit to begin cleaning your sword, the Queen herself busts into your small cottage.

“I need you to go to the store.”

Ah, she requires a trip to the local market it seems.

“What? No. I need you to go to Stop and Shop, like now!”

Stop and shop where? What is the Queen talking about?

“Junior, stop being a dumbass and go already!” she yanks you forward.

Suddenly you are not in your cottage, in your trophy room, in that land, or even in your fantasy body. There is no wolf pelt, no sword, and no Queen.

Your body feels heavy as your muscle is replaced with hanging fat. Your fingers curl over a controller rather than a sword. Your chest swells with anxiety due to agoraphobia.

“So are you going to go or not?” the lines of her face shifting into a frown. You choke on the words.
“I-I-I’ll handle it.”