At 11 o'clock in the morning on the cathedral square in Solothurn, I inscribe a white sheet with the large 11 letters of the word "transient" - from here I walk from one of the 11 Solothurn fountains to another during the 11 Solothurn hours of the day.
Only one letter is brushed out per fountain and per hour.
The sheet as a symbol of dreams, lust, love, pain and death - of human and material transience.