We don’t even notice. The people of yesterday never left the ceiling empty, white or boring to look at. I learned it here, whenever I step into an old building the first thing I do now is to look up. If you ask me what I like to collect, I would tell you it is sights of ceilings. The material, the design or just unique reflection of light. Rare, unusual and beautiful. All fits in my luggage of remembrance.
There are so many disruptions around us, so many things fighting for our attention that is hard to see above the daily pressures of life, but it is essential if we want to find real peace to step out, time to time, from what is tangible, what is front of our eyes to find what is less obvious and visible, but real. Change of perspective. When was the last time you looked up?
