Through the glass. 2006, spring, Madrid.

What did you see, through the glass? I never can make the real world become such blur......
and I don't want to do it as well.
But I live in the other way.......
It's like I always live in my abstract world. I don't really understand this real world.
Birds fly ; airplanes fly as well......
Fish swim; ships swim as well......
People run; cars run as well......

Each rainy day this world becomes so clear and clean. it's the moment I feel we are living in the same world.