Every morning I would stand in front of the closed glass door of the studio with a cup of coffee in my hand and would observe at how my works look from the outside. I would catch myself gazing more often at the shadows cast on the floor by the metal door , in perfect geometric forms, provoking very different associations and thoughts in my head.
I would go inside and everything would look different. The transparent door threw black, opaque shadows on the gray floor, trotted over by the ideas of all the artists, who had passed through the studio before me.
I keep wondering where my perception is more real - inside or outside...