For me this photograph is a metaphor of Masha's life: alone, in the beautiful emptiness. Alone, but also in the center, being the perceiving subject, without whom the beauty would not exist. Masha kept her works in our attic because her photography was not created for an exhibition or a show. It was Masha's endless attempt to understand the shades of the inner and outer world. They were pain, joy and the very manifestation of life — as was Masha's life itself.