Morning Glory light

Morning Glory lightBrightness killed beauty. It made things easier to see and harder to feel. In the book, In Praise of Shadows, Junichir Tanizaki says something artists have always known: Beauty lives in whats dim, layered, and partially hidden. When everything is visible, something flattens. The work stops breathing. Nothing feels sacred anymore. Maybe darkness isnt the problem. Maybe its our discomfort with not immediately understanding. This piece plays with these

their brilliance broken into a kaleidoscope of shimmering orbs that twinkle like enchanted fireflies

In this dreamy world of dappled light and soft edges

Each one staying

It was electric and magical

takes up every available space

warmer through the middle

And then the light finds you anyway

or accessories

Shadows were at play with the sun

Color functions here not only as aesthetic choice but as symbolic language

reminiscent of carefree evenings spent chasing the sun’s descent

but a breath