“In one’s nomadic life, a mirror and comb are objects that you always carry along. They become symbols of your search in a new space. But you can no longer see your reflection in the mirror – the familiar self dissolves in the changing flow. These inevitable transformations, like the imago of a butterfly, make you become different every time. You put on a costume of ‘heart’ or ‘strawberry’, embrace a strong swan, ride a friend horse and try to feel love and kindness. Maybe one day somewhere you will find home.”