Constantiam has pride. Look at him, this towering sculpture of geometric shapes. He proudly balances on a floating island of cubes, cylinders and triangles – firmly and steadily standing on his colourful pedestal.
But sometimes this valiant pylon weakens, his vanity fading, and Constantiam collapses. Like a push puppet brought down by invisible forces. Yet only for a moment, because Constantiam always rises up again, just as tempting and triumphant as before.