The Fourth Wall

The place is completely frescoed, no empty space is visible, false perspectives make the large space even larger. In a corner of the room an architectural frame leads to an infinite space, a sofa and a vase stand in front of it. I look through the viewfinder and I realize that the bidimensional nature of photography flatten the objects into the frescoed wall. I take a picture perpendicular to the wall. The sofa and the vase flatten and enter the painting, or the wall become tridimensional and now is a real space. Real and painted shadows are not so recognizable anymore. The concept of physical space is not expected anymore.