About this Photograph:
In this layered window reflection, the architecture of New York City merges with the daily rituals of a bustling Bakery, creating a dreamlike collision of spaces—inside and out, past and present, seen and unseen. What appears simple at first glance becomes a mosaic of transparent boundaries: city streets, brick facades, pastry chefs in motion, partial pieces of things, and the soft blur of a passersby.

At the heart of the image, the lines between observer and participant dissolve. That ghost like figure moving past the window is my son—14 at the time—during our first solo trip together. And though you may not see me clearly, I am always there, too, behind the camera, reflected in the glass. These photographs, in many ways, are self-portraits. Not just of me, but of the spaces I move through and the people I love, all interwoven into one moment of presence.

To me, this image is a metaphor for how I experience the world: reality is layered, never fixed. Just because we see something with our eyes, does not mean we truly understand it with our minds. And more importantly, we shouldn’t always believe what we think we see.

Truth reveals itself slowly, like a reflection emerging in a pane of glass.