God Undeciphered could be read as a critique; nevertheless it really is a tantrum. An unsent letter, an unfiled request, a silent cry, perhaps departing from the mind but really a gutful expression, the work has resigned hope on its capacity to bring change or even comfort. The three pillars of our culture, Money, Media and People are, if not broken, too far and too big to suit the individual needs. Most of us believe, wrongly, that we are the architects of our destiny, but we aren’t. In complete disagreement of our “collective agreements”, this project aims to bother, expecting nothing except maybe to turn grief into decoration.