A bookend with the text at the back of the sculpture: “The monkeys can't catch me, they followed me to send me to sleep, they cornered me. So I started to scratch myself small and often. - I won't tell them!” The text emerged as random lines picked from suggested by Kondraty Hvatit and arranged by the artist in a chaotic story that became a contextual basis of the sculpture. It’s like a friendly/family story of a child with his/her deep and difficult struggles and left coping with them. Those seem funny and ridiculous from a distance and in time, but were hard and deep back then and there.

A vase that resembles a creature that resists wind, rain and weather, but still keeps going on its ridiculous legs and still keeps carrying something even more fragile - eggs. Despite being fragile and unstable on its three legs and extremely slippery lid, it keeps going and bearing.