The Shy Ones by Iris Eichenberg

I picked the silent ones, those that where not fully understood when made, those that live in the moments in-between, recognized only in retrospect as tresholds to new rooms.The works that are dearest to me are often the shy ones. the ones that are finished in their unfinishedness, and that are therefore endlessly becoming. If everything goes right I will learn in some future moment from those that are not immediately open for engagement. / Iris Eichenberg