Cyclops is about a childhood memory. It represents the kitchen floor of a Swiss house where I lived on and off when I was young. The plane of the floor is tilted giving the perspective of the child. It is surrounded with mirrors creating an illusory space where nothing appears to be what it really is in the world of an imaginative young mind, both physically restrained and yet boundlessly reflective. From the outside, Cyclops can also be seen as the monolithic eye of an adult who can scarcely imagine such a world.