A tress is suspended from a tower made of small chess towers. Another extremely small and transparent tower drifts all alone engrossed in copper webs. If, one tower reverberates on its own image, a “metaimage”, the other concentrates on its own unit. If one soars to the heights, the other reverberates towards a central core. If one visions a fugue, the other seeks refuge in evasive thoughts, completely self-absorbed.
Knitting cones and wool yarns are tensioned by a gigantic wooden weight that contrasts to the delicate gesture of knitting implied there. A concrete block finds itself in mid air, completely oblivious to the forces of gravity and the roughness of its raw material. Translucent cages, crystal coops fall down captives of an illusionary freedom.