It looks simple. It isn't.

The first spring weekend marks the opening of Projection / Reflection at SEPT Brussels.

There is something quietly disarming in the work of Sebastiaan Knot.
An illusion that feels both precise and infinite: as if light itself is thinking.

It made me wonder:

What is inside this endless play with light?
Is it a surface… or a depth you can fall into?

A reflection… or a passage?