Fifth hour at the museum. I looked and did not see, did not feel, did not understand. The paintings and sculptures had been attacking me from all sides for five hours. I needed isolation. To run away and hide in the shadows, to see nothing and hear nothing. Not to be. To find myself in a different spacetime. To find shelter where I could give my senses a rest. I walked and looked at nothing. The shadow soothed the eyesight, gave rest to the senses. I ceased looking at objects or paintings. I looked at the shadows they cast. The shadows caught my attention. They absorbed me. I found myself in a different spacetime. In the space of the museum’s shadows. Shadows of paintings, sculptures, statues and installations. Artificial and natural shadows. Each gallery, each museum, has its own shadow. Its own spacetime filled with shadows of art pieces. The illumination of pieces of art, mixing of colour temperatures from different light sources, the colour of walls, draperies, textures – all these build up the repertoire of shadows of each and every museum.