The egg becomes a symbol of life.
Enveloped in dense layers of papier-mâché and mixed materials, its textured surface begins to mimic the shifting skin of the sea. What was once smooth and contained transforms into something vast and elemental. Upon this sea, a small boat sails — fragile, like a paper boat — humble against the immensity that surrounds it.
Its journey is ephemeral, its course uncharted. It drifts through calm waters and weathers violent storms, carried by forces beyond its control. And yet, it remains — present in every moment, enduring each phase, embracing both turbulence and stillness.
Only in retrospect can one trace the path it has taken. The trajectory is visible only after it has been lived.
Where will it lead next?