The Cup that can hold all of the mysteries of existence. It can also become a monument to history.
The clouds are made up of the solid smoke of the crematoria. They crash against the cup of history.
The personal memory of the missing and murdered artist whose studio he visited in the Ghetto only to find a painting on the easel of a cup and saucer and silver spoon. The height of civility now a memory of loss.
The handle of this cup the shape of a question mark and the round blue dot at its base to reinforce the question.