In a wasteland, amorphous pink battle tanks rise beneath a sky that pulsates with unusual
green and bears witness to dramatic events. These monsters, as it were from another
world, are the silent witnesses of my deepest convictions, firmly anchored in this scenery.
Six flawless white rabbits sit enthroned on their soft backs, like oracles, embodying the
eternal questions about the why of our deepest beliefs. In the foreground of the picture,
where the earth has long forgotten its fertility, a hybrid of human and rabbit breaks the
silence of the abandoned. This being, an avatar of curiosity and transformation, tears apart
the cracked, rigid ground of reality. It leaves a question hanging in the air, heavier than the
air itself: What is the true meaning behind the dogmas we so persistently establish?