XI love the house just in front of my studio. The habit of observing from the other side of the window is one that I picked up when I was very small. I have unforgettable memories from when I was five or six years old doing exactly that. As a girl, I could smell the dusk coming when just when the lights where being turned on inside the houses. I focused my attention on what was behind the windowsills that were slowly being lit up. But I was not interested in what my neighbours were actually doing, but in what I imagined they were doing.
Ofelia García. 2005