When looking at this artwork, I felt fear. It was like the feeling of falling down the cubical bars, deep into the unknown abyss. Fear of eternal darkness surrounding me with no promise to escape. Fear of loneliness. Fear of never being heard by anyone or anything. As I try to climb up from hours to days, I see only the glimpse of light overhead and hope to near the end of this. But there was no hope after a couple of days of climbing, I am overwhelmingly exhausted now. At this point, I have been breathing so heavily for awhile my weak body collapse into a hanging position on the bar I am on. My mental state of optimism, too, has never felt completely compromised before, until now. Death will not let me be, but the only thing it allows me to feel is the fear of the eternal state suffering. Am I in hell?
This imagery send chills down my spine every time I look at it.