still-life-camping

There is no such thing as day or night in the photography exhibition. Time passes by rather arbitrarily. Serves the conservation.

Ventilation is roaring, in a room with plenty of space but no breeze, light but no window. An electric cabinet is concealed behind the door.

Around 6 a.m., an employee turns on the day switch and vacuum cleans. So bright suddenly, one might call it a Zenith.

Timelessness in a museum can be frightening.