I was in Berlin for a winter and I photographed the interior of a building called Haubrok 12 nearly every day. I grew to know the marks on the walls by heart. The interior consists largely of two open stairwells with windows facing east and west. In the winter the windows catch the very first and last sunlight.
I began by watching and photographing two walls, one in each stairwell. From there I turned to the floor and the dark halls between the stairwells. I photographed according to the ways I related to the space and the way the space presented itself each day.
I do not feel that I gradually came to know the interior more definitively. In studying how space, time, light, and my shifting consciousness affected one another, I came to feel it as a presence not reducible to architecture. As I moved through the space it was different each time. The walls are painted white and dull beige but they continually take new postures.