The stone

There are no eternal truths, says a 15,000k black stone. floating in the air, it flies over us like a cloud in memory. In mental productions, he sees the game of permanent revisions and receives his gravity as an inspired reality; Then we revolve around that lithic truth until we are defeated.
In the background, in the belly of the cave, the contact with the earth rocks, a space for reconciliation with who we are, a land that breathes slowly.

The corridor gives rise to four chapels of small proportions, they are spaces for reflection, valuations of life and death, stops before mystery and light.

The stone floats under the heavens of the sky.