Whoever decided to place Christina Iglesias’ sculpture outside the MFAH’s Kinder building was a ballsy genius. In the otherwise pristine courtyard next to a shiny, futuristic building, there’s this massive, gaping fissure of primordial earthiness cast in bronze. The hole slowly fills with water, and then empties, once every 50 minutes. What, you ask, the hell? No matter how spotless we want to make things, there are always snarled-up realities to contend with—that beneath the “I have it all together” of our outward-facing selves, we all share a complex, interwoven reality of our inner lives, our lizard brain dreams.

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