If you see the Trina bird with her red and yellow plumage and with a long beak and small eyes, she is focusing on something. You better look out. The bird of Chaos, Trina B, screams as best she can because her beak is in the way.
The Pa-Trina is a fine people led by the wings. According to them, the wings can't be malicious, so if they were, it would cause chaos in their society. It is imperative that people imprisoned for lacking character or values, who wish to contribute to society, adopt the Pa-Triana bird plumage convention.
When the frowning side of Pa-Trina was transformed, she endured the change. Her debt was be paid and she would never be spoken to again. The village was always very supportive — gossip and separation and judgment were not permitted. Individuality required courage and necessity. As if they didn't have an array of different personalities and talents, then in the human world, when someone does some kind deed or something to help another, how would the faerie know to reward them?
There are as many individuals as the blades of grass in a meadow. Eventually, they all will experience rain, but if they don't receive some sun, they will wither and die.
The rehabilitation of Pa-Trina is the road of becoming through judgment. The bird of chaos — the one with two faces, one smiling and one frowning — must endure the transformation. The frowning side must be changed. And through the change, the debt is paid, and the person is never spoken to again — not because they are forgotten, but because the transformation is complete. They have become. They are a different version of who they were.
Individuality required courage and necessity. This is what the gallery does for a visitor. The visitor arrives with a frowning side — with pain, with fear, with the feelings they had lost. And through the standing before the artworks, through the choosing, through the mirror's reading, the frowning side is transformed. The debt is paid. And the visitor leaves the gallery as a different version of who they were.
There are as many individuals as the blades of grass in a meadow. Eventually, they all will experience rain. But if they don't receive some sun, they will wither and die.