While I walk in Holland, sometimes I have a look inside its buildings, through the large windows, kind to the precious and rare northern light. Normally it is just a quick glance, but I do not know for how long I stared into this room. Perhaps not more than usual, but I am not sure of that.
The workshop, or study, did not seem untended, I could not see the signs of the time, such as dust or some spiderwebs, even though a nylon bag protected something. In the beginning it was not difficult to imagine the room full of people, maybe students. Still, watching this picture again and again, I have the strong feeling that nothing must have hapenned before the instant in which I took the picture, as nothing would happen anymore.
It is an image that I like not for the decisive moment, but for the infinite immobility.
