Federico Bianchi Contemporary Art / Milano, 2010
»The world was at his tether. It was its own fault. Almost everything was destroyed by human greediness. Only few of the mankind were left alone, a small society waiting for redemption.There were no more idols of strength and power and it seemed that even hope itself was willing to vanish forever.It happened in the quietest scenery of this rotten world that the gold egg suddenly appeared.›Did you hear about the gold. Did you see it? Is it God?‹1000 of questions made its innocence disappear. It became a symbol for the crowd. They worshiped it immediately. Their God finally arrived. Nobody asked the egg itself why it came or what does it want. It began to understand that it had no power at all and being gold makes lonesome. He was an instrument of the human intrigues....«.