This filmed nightmare is circling around Krystof Szalek’s paintings. The own skull is the cage that must be bombed. Hallucinations engraved in stone. The song of black blood, hammering, turning the inside out and the world into one’s own landscape, is peopled by terrifying figures. Phantasy is squatting on the wings of a bird but the brain is left in the nest of vultures, picking at hollow eyes - a final liberation from the phobia of seeing.