Man is prisoner. With  his narrow-mindedness, simbolized by narrow  faces with grotesque physiognomy, squeezed into boxes, he  is trapped  in a cage. He had embelished and polished the cage, yet he does not know that it confines, narrows,  restricts  his spiritual horizon. The cages are open at the front and offer the possibility of an exit, the possibility of freedom,  yet the prisoner does not get out. He remains trapped inbetween the polished walls of his golden cage, dourly and menacingly  he stares at the outside world.  And given he  is no longer the master of his thoughts and wishes a dramatic turn had  to occur.  Man is no longer  subject – the cage has become the  subject.