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What our limits are? When will we say "enough"? Does these limits exist? Maybe it keeps moving away. We are like frogs in a pot: if you throw a frog into a boiling water it will immediately jump out and save its life. But if you slowly warm the water it will get used to it and eventually die. We approach the border line and then set a new one.


Woodcut Prints, 400X350 cm, 2019


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