In prison the horizon is a line on the wall between two rows of bricks

The title is an entire short poem that the artist remembers from his old lost poetry notebook. Written in erasable chalk on the gallery window and accompanied by instrumental music by the same artist, it is an architectural poem and not necessarily about a specific place or time. It can be imagined metaphorically, for instance as recalling or forgetting open horizons, or imagining countless new ones while surrounded by real or imaginary barriers. The work remains deliberately gentle and open, leaving space for memory, imagination, and personal interpretation.