We live in a shimmering world surrounded by light.
Light rises and falls, drifts and wanders, cascades and sparkles.
However dim, each moment is preceded and followed by a wave of light. Reflections are ephemeral reminders that our floating world is not permanent or fixed, rather it is constantly changing, transforming from one moment to the next. Reflections transform and are transformed. They shift and slide easily presenting phantasms and apparitions that drift by, sometime startlingly clear in glassy surfaces, sometimes so diffuse as to be almost invisible. They change the appearances of the things they caress.