Van Gogh, among others, believed in the religion of art, which, whatever else it involved, made it clear that art is more than the sum of its material characteristics and not simply a reflection of everyday life.
The work of art is a revelation of the innate goodness of matter. Matter narcissistically mirrors itself in art, with the artist's hidden hand that holds the mirror up, the impersonal mechanism by means of which matter makes its perfection manifest.
Collage is a demonstration of the many becoming the one, with the one never fully resolved because of the many that continue to impinge upon it.
Reichert offers us a Heracleitean stream of self-reflection into which we can step more than once, for we can see ourselves empathically mirrored in it: his interiority is our own.