Pigmented bronze, lacquer, porcelain, motorcycle parts, dried flowers
110 (L) x 41 (W) x 185 (H) cm
The road has not got busy yet, and it’s even too early for the dust to fly upon the ground.
Sunlight in early morning is pale golden, and that “golden egg” is glowing like the moon. For all insects, this is just the Golmalaya in their flat world. At this time of the day, they will start eating as usual, under the sky where the sun and this Golmalaya coexist. However, unlike usual, a “click” appeared. Gently, quietly, secretly, and hard to detect. A crack emerged on the almost perfect golden shell. Three seconds of silence later, the crack began to increase and decrease progressively in the folds of time and space. Fast and intensively. Just like lightning cutting through the sky, the crack gradually covered the entire Golmalaya egg.
