Man is prisoner. With his narrow-mindedness, simbolized by narrow faces with grotesque physiognomy, squeezed into boxes, he is trapped in a cage. He had embelished and polished the cage, yet he does not know that it confines, narrows, restricts his spiritual horizon. The cages are open at the front and offer the possibility of an exit, the possibility of freedom, yet the prisoner does not get out. He remains trapped inbetween the polished walls of his golden cage, dourly and menacingly he stares at the outside world. And given he is no longer the master of his thoughts and wishes a dramatic turn had to occur. Man is no longer subject – the cage has become the subject.