We are all embedded in a greater, cosmic rhythm. Seasons change, days line up one after another, months merge into a larger whole. A reliable rhythm that closes into a circle after the past 365 days, only to begin anew once again. As the year 2025 draws to a close, I become aware that my inner world moves independently of it. Not guided by a calendar – but unpredictable, fluid, and capable of change. Between the years, the landscape of thoughts feels even wilder than usual. L

I watch people move through pedestrian zones with oversized shopping bags, weaving around one another, blocking each other’s paths—as if haste were a silent guarantee of success for the great celebration of love. At the same time, social media stories flood our screens: opened little doors whose contents seem to compete with one another in uniqueness and creativity. One – so it appears – more indispensable than the next.It feels like outdated teleshopping, only more subtle.

This Art Piece describes life as a series of cycles – repetitions that are not fully closed: with a beginning, an end, and countless individual orbits in between. Each of these cycles tells its own story, unique in its course, duration, and direction. Just as the Earth tirelessly rotates on its own axis while simultaneously orbiting the Sun in an eternal dance – always following its own rhythm – so too does our existence move in an overarching beat. Our existence is also embe