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A picture does not include interpretations, rather it is you and me who make the interpretations.

At the bottom, a light brown, shading towards yellow, wall that seems to be scaled, rises upwards into the dark. From the upper right corner rises a curved pipe, which disappears up in the middle. It forms, as it were, a curved hat over two light eye-like spots.

Melting gold, just solidifying. The surface is already darkening, the background is still glowing, a conflicting borderline space. My father was a goldsmith, I often used to watch how he melted gold.