Two tall staircases travel the length of the Alte Pinakothek, one of the oldest art galleries in the world and the home to paintings by Rembrandt, Brueghel, Velázquez and countless others. High arched windows flood light onto the heavy facing thick brick walls.
I ponder on this scene of unsteady texture. Works of art hang on the walls’ unseen side. There is mystery to this cathedral of expectation.
Across the vast valley of steps, a single shadowy figure moves. Perhaps towards me, perhaps away. We journey, step by step, through light and dark, in search of voice and vision from the past: hidden, they cling like frost to the walls' concealed face.