“Stepping into an abandoned house, you open the doors carefully and wander from room to room. The wallpaper is peeling, the bed unmade, the paperwork is still on the table, the sewing machine reminds you of a long vanished seamstress. Like in the world of Sleeping Beauty, everything seems to have been slumbering for a hundred years. Inside it is dusk, and through the windows the outside light shines in. Softly it touches the dust-laden items as if to kiss them awake.
Wondering about someone’s story, someone you never knew, entering a life’s history. Outside, life hurries on — inside it’s quiet. For a while you are lifted from your own reality, you’re an  eyewitness to a time that has passed.

In watching, there’s only the moment. You are both an outsider and a participant. As an outsider, you’re curious, you explore and question. As you become a participant, you get connected with the things you that you’ve seen. You gain a new apprehension of the past, and all things acquire an innovative, transcendent meaning.”