Brightness killed beauty. It made things easier to see and harder to feel. In the book, ‘In Praise of Shadows’, Jun’ichirō Tanizaki says something artists have always known: Beauty lives in what’s dim, layered, and partially hidden. When everything is visible, something flattens. The work stops breathing. Nothing feels sacred anymore. Maybe darkness isn’t the problem. Maybe it’s our discomfort with not immediately understanding.
This piece plays with these ideas. Its important to let some things stay unresolved. Let shadow do its work. Trust the mystery.
