If we watch carefully, in the mirror we can see ourselves as well. We are repeated in a silver mirror endlessly. Or are we repeated in each other as the images of God? You in me and me in you? Is this the work of art?

Without us is it just a piece of metal, work, goods?
Ladies and gentlemen let’s be mirrored! In the works, in each other, in our creator’s seeking glance.

G�bor Czak�