FEAR of I.

FEAR of I.

I see our reality as a surface, as a surface with something behind. In some types of light it becomes visible, in some place you can enter it. As a child I found this room in my grandfathers tool room. This room was as a black box floating without boundaries in total blackness. The walls itself was this surface. Inside things seemed different than on the outside. Outside as in the normal reality a 7 year old child knows it. Today this room is sealed in time in my memory. This project was a search to find this room again.