I walk around the city and look at cars parked alongside the road. They all reflect the same surroundings, yet depending on their colour, share or the angle you observe them from, or even their cleanliness, you discover a completely new mysterious world. A tree reflected in a brilliant red car looks like a painting of Japanese maple in autumn, but in an older car with a sharp angle, that same tree turns into abstract artwork, while the dust of a long unwashed car becomes part of the tree’s design. While reflected in the cars around, the world we live in feels simply a little bit bigger.