Alice Hamilton

Life unfolds as a disorienting odyssey one in which we find ourselves born into a technological wonderland we did not build, yet are expected to navigate with certainty. This inherited landscape, what I call the American Inheritance Of Wonderland, is shaped by illusion and noise where every direction promises stability, yet none feel truly grounded.

We like our ancestors move through life with the quiet hope that we might carve out a life of meaning, autonomy, and coherence. But that hope is constantly challenged by unseen hands. Some being private lobbyists, advertisers, and political entities that posture as guides while subtly molding our desires and decisions. They speak with the tone of authority, but their words often conceal manipulation rather than truth.

My work reflects the psychological tension of this moment: the erosion of trust, the fragmentation of identity, and the aching need for something real in a world saturated with performance. Today, I find myself more disillusioned than ever. America has come so far to make as much progress as it has. I just wish for a world with more love and equal opportunities.