Matter is outside of man, placed in an idol. This is his free throwing, through pain and painlessness. The opportunity to be everything inside everything. The possibility of being time itself, but not a module in time. The elusiveness, the dissolution in human nature, which cleaves everything like acid, leaving the gnawed bones and loose textures calling for hasty destruction and unconsciousness, loss of memory, oblivion. A transcendent form of existence, phantom-like bits of the original.
This shooting is a joint project of Darja Kazimira and Nomad Goba.