Ahmedabad in May reaches 47°C. Every building runs air conditioning, and every air conditioner pushes hot exhaust into the street surrounding it. The machine that cools the interior heats the city outside. Nobody designed this outcome. Everyone participates in it.
In this painting, four people cross a road with AC units where their heads should be. The traffic light is on red. The buildings behind them are dissolving in their own exhaust. Nothing has stopped. Nothing will.
Cooling is about a specific mechanism: the more we use the tools designed to protect us from heat, the more heat we generate. The painting holds this loop in a single image, replacing thought with the machine that performs thinking's function.
