A reflection is a strange thing, it shows you exactly what is there, and at the same time, hides the truth.
Is she behind the glass, or inside the city reflected on it?
Where does the face end and the reflection begin?
What we see often feels like the whole truth. Mirrors, photographs, windows…But every reflection is a mix of reality and illusion.
It borrows pieces from different worlds and places them together for a brief moment.
The city appears across her face as if she belongs to it. As if the streets, the lights and distance have become part of her. Yet we know they haven’t. It’s only light playing a trick. Or not ?
Maybe reflections show us something deeper than what is real.
Maybe they remind us that we carry parts of the world with us wherever we go.
A city reflects in a window
A conversation reflects in a memory
A person reflects in another person…
Is fascinating how it works.. reflections reminds us that reality is never just one thing
There is always another layer, another angle.. another truth hiding beneath the surface..
