100 x 100 cm.
Mixed technique (sand, metal, feather, shell, stone)
He sees the magentic goal, it is immeasurably far away but this firepoint keeps him from missing the direction.
He drops down, stands up again, treads his way on the infernal rocky edges, through thresholds of life and death, through misery, agony, mourning, through the waters of sweat, blood and tears.
But he does not forget.
Pieces of cast-off costumes and masques lie scattered behind him swaying on claws of rock.
He carries on.
He will not give up.
He strives upwards. Always upwards.
And he is utterly sure that one day he will arrive at the impersonal and eternal ocean of Light.