Are we not all stuck in nice and even rows in the plastic and hermetic blister of our reality? We try not to overpass the even and shimmering border of our own microworlds as if from safe capsules, don’t we? Or maybe in a medicine tablet, like in a lens, our desire for freedom and happiness is focused, making it a symbol of achieving health and satisfaction with life. What are we able to see through it?

In the presented cycle, is the world of medicine and pharmacotherapy an analogy of reality, or is it the subject of reflection itself, being explored by small plastic researchers? On which side of the transparent and perhaps already slightly damaged plastic border are we as a whole, as units or perhaps as fractions?
Reflections on people first, medicine second.