'I watched as he opened the sixth seal. There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red, and the stars in the sky fell to earth.
The blood-red moon and the black sun are enveloped in clouds, and it rains stars and fire on the earth, where the cities are shattered by earthquakes, and people search refuge in caves: The ultimate cosmic disaster.
The skill of the painter can be observed in the way he tempers the solidity of the structure in layers with the slight asymmetry of the clouds, in the playful geometric austerity of buildings disintegrating like toys, and in the perspective arrangement of the caves, in which terrified people can be seen.'
