This work is criticism on religious fundamentalism.
Criticism on closing oneself from the world and living in it’s own fantasy. Both – trapped and over-protected like a pickle in a jar with no space left for free exploration or authentic self-expression. Drowned and suffocated by climate designed to keep status quo. To seem perfect from outside, but to be dead, like a moth pinned to the display board.
What a life.
What a heaven to strive for…
Or is it hell?
Hell on Earth?