Beautiful dish with a beautiful idea and maybe a little wild..There is n footstep in silverfolie. And gold foil. The wooden underframe is tailor-made for the scale.
On the day we die the wind.
drops down and takes our footsteps.
wind makes dust to find the print.
we wandering left behind.
Because otherwise it would give the impression that we are still alive.
Therefore, the wind he were comes to our footsteps.
blow out.
Afrikaans poem; San, late 19th century.
