materials: poles, sand
I felt the need to say something about people who keep their back straight against all odds in life. Two poles buried in the sand. We chose sand as a symbol for all the minor incidents that add up to one major burden. Sand hurts in a strong wind, it irritates the skin and the eyes, and afterwards it turns up in the smallest folds of your skin. The poles, even though the metal has eroded a little, stand strong. Strong, but fixed. Every day you stick to your believes, it becomes a little harder to give them up.
In the back on the left, you can see another pole, buried deeper in the sand. Both of them seem isolated, far from each other. It reminds me of my former best friend.