… But his wife looked back and she became a pillar of stone. (Genesis 19:26)

Day by day, again and again, each of us is confronted with the same story. In our lives, countless, more or less distant events tempt us with their magic and fascination. Looking back into what had happened once and nursing a wish to change what cannot be changed, to repair what cannot be repaired, we are doomed to become petrified in the past, without any chance to revive in HERE and NOW.
This feeling was entangled in the cobweb of the artist’s sensibility, and it was moulded into a petrified story.