I am drawn to light…
It has a way of stirring emotions without having any emotion itself. It speaks to us in silent poetry, revealing, concealing and connecting the world around us in unexpected ways. Its playful nature sparks joy and wonder. It is more than illumination, light is part of the genius loci, a silent storyteller that reveals cultural nuances. Light shapes our lives.
Sunlight and the yellow tomato
Sitting crossed-legged on the tatami, drifts of shadow unfold over me.
I wait.
A shoji1 has been pulled across the window, subduing harsh sunlight and dissolving the glass into a milky haze. Translucent.
I wait.
In the stillness, I remain transfixed by the soft glow of sunlight and washi2. I begin to anticipate movement…
Hesitant, trembling leaves give way to shadows of vines and reeds that are cast in layers onto the window. Strange silhouettes in a sudden improvised dance skim the diluted light, moving in and out of sight. Ciphers hover, blurring in vapours. Fading briefly before emitting incandescent bursts like tens of tiny sunrises. Watching this fragile performance, every second feels composed on the edge of vanishing. Like a daydream. And then, it’s over. The window is left waiting. A milky haze. Translucent.