"You are left alone with the image and its error; you can never go back and compare, although the question of how it was made is still present.

What appears to be a painting is actually a photograph. We are confronted with the incorrectness of the images, or rather with our appreciation of them. What appear to be two-dimensional painted lines, curves, rectangles, arabesques, planes of colour or abstract geometries with shadows, are in fact three-dimensional objects carefully arranged, brilliantly illuminated and flattened into a single seductive plane by the lens of a camera.

The eye recognises but cannot fully unravel the distortion; the mind flits between different possibilities. Yet no established reality emerges. How is it that one black circle looks directly at us, while the other lies flat and foreshortened?