K. immersed in himself, tries hard to decipher the enigma. His thoughts have clouded his face, those dark shrouded clouds contrast the white sky.
What does K intend to achieve?
The piece printed on long threads creates an unsettling sensation in the spectator who, upon observing it carefully, is surprised by the real scale of the individual. A large piece of absolute minimalism: its low chroma, its few elements, its simple landscape and as a finishing touch a light strip of nonexistent threads cut the image and perhaps the noble thoughts.
Who is K? Will we ever get to know his face? Will his dense clouds dissipate? There is a lot of nobility in simply trying to levitate.
