Bonfire

The sword's symbolic ambiguity reflects my daily mental dithering. The sword cuts both body and soul. For the sake of defense or attack? Is it anger or mercy, violence or salvation? Will an angel hacking demons on Judgment Day remain an angel afterwards? The sword cuts time into before and now. The sword cuts memory into reality and dreams. I wanted to decorate the weapon with flowers, in order to soothe and pacify. But the flame in which the blood is boiling, where metal and anger are tempered, can not yet be extinguished.