The View From My Lens This Morning, 10.21.24

“I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful...”

—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust

Light moves, silent, unseen, unassuming. Streaming through the blackest abyss of deep space. All it needs is some simple, random object to cross its path, and then…BOOM! LIGHT SHAPE COLOR TONE TEXTURE BEAUTY! So this is a shout out to silent, invisible, humble old LIGHT, that simply needs interaction…and then it’s gonna glow the %@#*& outta this place.

So I’d like to encourage you, as I do, to simply sit yourself down, on the floor, in the middle of your space, wherever that may be. For me it is the center of my small studio apartment, and my chosen pose is cross-legged. But you do you. Sit there, camera in hand as I do, or teacup in hand, or nothing in hand…and SEE! Glorious old LIGHT will come, slicing in through your shades or mini-blinds, and it will put on a dazzling show for you, right there on your walls. The actors will be the common everyday objects that you see, every day. THERE IT IS. The stage. Your are the sole ticket holder. ENJOY!