It is in a post-atomic set that I see death permeate everything: men, society and ideas. The meaning of the supreme end that every existing being or thing has contained in itself precisely because it exists.

This is how men die walking towards the precipice, and their ideologies, which like a match are consumed burning with life. Civilizations that praise life destroy each other to impose their own ideology, and under enemy fire they know only death.

Only with the thought is it possible to jump the moat, go up the plant of life to observe it from above, with the awareness that by approaching the flame the destiny is to melt, leaving behind only a trail of drops of water; a direction for others that will push their thinking beyond death.

What have we done to the world?

COMES WITH THE PHYSICAL PAINTING