A golden patched carpet comprising hollows and mounds, ascents and descents.
Our very existence takes us by surprise and astounds us.

At times it cradles us, at others its hardships scare us and slow us down, halting our journey for a moment.
To dress the injuries of any suffering, of any unforeseen events, we have time, a fine, white sand, as capable as a profound sleep of healing even the deepest wounds.

The mobile sphere is the representation of our own self on our personal journey through life, trying our best not to fall back into afflictions of the past.