I've always been fascinated with aquariums. How would it be to live like that? To be stored in a small, sealed, transparent container where you are kept for exhibition and delightment of others... Totally dependant of big, strange creatures who shakes down fishfood into the goldfishbowl and clean it when it's dirty. Do the fish ever realize that it's trapped in a little bowl and never gets any new impressions? Or does the goldfish-memory, which is said to last in 3 sec, make the fish think: "Ohh! A glasswall! ...Ohh! A glasswall!" all the time? Is that why they don't get bored to death? I had an aquarium when I was small, and one morning I found one guppy, dead, in front of it. Did that guppy want to feel one breath of fresh air before it suffocated? Maybe. Does I make any sense? Maybe. I dreamt about a place where strangely mutated humans were held imprisoned in large glass cylinders filled with green liquid. They were held asleep and had been asleep in their glass cocoons their whole life. Tubes and wires held their vital systems connected with the top of the cylinder. I couldn't say if this were in a human laboratory or in an alien spaceship, all I knew was that an accident had occured. At some cylinders, the grass was creaking with fractures and the liquid, which seemed light, transparent green, was actually dark when it wasn't illuminated by the lamps inside the glass box but flooded and gushed out and covered the whole floor. Some of the humanoids began to waken from their coma, and even tried to get out... I guess this was a dream about a dream. Made 2007 with black ink.