Are we not all Harlequins, steadily growing away from all those around us? The legend tells of a solitary creature, trying to speak and not being understood, trying to eat and not being fed, trying to find a mate and failing there as well. Is it not true that apart from our illusions, each one of us is alone forever?
Marble inlay over a carved marble statue, on a black reflecting base. Six colors, one thousand triangles.