Work / Silica

Gods Tears

One day the Gods found the forbidden suitcase containing the secrets of Chaos, they knew it must remain unopened.

When their curiosity won out over their fear, they opened the suitcase and saw that it was filled with the most magnificent sand, fine as silk, shining like gold.
Immediately the wind rose to punish them, razor-sharp grains lashing their faces.
The sand clumped together and formed the earth, from the ferocious gods tears that descended, one part became clay, another part became glass.
The people, created from the clay, wanted to mirror themselves in the glass, as the image of the Gods.

Nothing is what it seems in our world behind glass. We watch and mirror ourselves, follow and are followed, scroll and swipe, imagining ourselves safe behind glass walls.

Everything is transparent, everyone malleable. For everyone there is a forbidden suitcase waiting somewhere.