We'll never know what grand statement on existence this stunt was supposed to have made, because "little tiny hole" was amazingly not the foolproof problem-solving tool the artists had banked on. For one thing, every single person involved forgot that plaster hardens. Quickly. Also, it turns out that over a foot of plaster is incredibly heavy and weighs down on cardboard something fierce, meaning that tiny little hole quickly gave out and the girl inside became unable to receive the oxygen necessary for an existence-filled life.
It's like something the mafia would do whenever they feel inspired.
The result was five panicked artists, one extremely panicked subject, and a group of firefighters becoming the real artists here by channeling their inner Michelangelo:
"I call it Ode To Not Getting Paid Enough For This Shit."