Hundertwasser's comment on the work

The two pictures [556 and 533] belong together and form a huge wall of windows on which a house becomes a steamboat. The house and steamboat are one and have a thousand windows. I wrote a poem about this, "The Death of the Thousand Windows". In the house, on the roof, on the chimney and in the windows meadows grow organically, recognisable as the sections of tree trunks or like sedimentation. Befriended windows unite or divide for lack of understanding, or to propagate. The sidewalk becomes a sea. The house is aflow and constantly changing. The same way you cannot tell a cloud, a river, a person to stand still, not to move, to stay immobile like a photograph, the house must change in order to live, or else it is dead.(from: Hundertwasser Architecture, Cologne, 1997, p. 28)