The Cage with Wings

archive dye-sub on satin, 50x70cm, 2017

"When I sleep, my mother arranges the universe"

In the empty cell of prison, the imagination flourishes. This isolation promises a journey. The winter hibernation brings dreams of summer. Saturn rhythmically follows the steps of supervising order secretly from the sun. In the security of inwardness, the grains carelessly dream of existence.

Vice versa: existential problem