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What to say about light that hasn’t been said a thousand times over.

Generally speaking, we take it for granted. In different guises it greets us and leaves us every single day, sometimes with the most spectacular of fanfares, sometimes slipping away quietly as if it had politely excused itself and left, almost unnoticed.

Light is a constant, but it presents itself in so many forms. It can be mischievous, deceptive and often play tricks on us. It can make things look and feel younger or older, taller or shorter, angelic or demonic.

Light is silent. It has no substance or form, but we talk about its ability to wrap around something, or fill a room, or bathe something in itself.
Raymond Carver once wrote…”The light was draining out of the room, going back through the window where it had come from”.

We crave light and sometimes we shun it.

Light is endlessly fascinating but contrary, sometimes it is nothing, but to a painter or photographer, light is everything.