We all do care about light. We look
for it, try to escape from it,
admire it, get annoyed when there's
too much of it, we seek it, we are
happy when it is on, or when it is
off, but in no case we remain
indifferent to it. It's the first
and last thing that we see. Every
day. When we are born and when we
die.
I love light. Although, I always
thought that I loved the shadows
more, but, well, what are shadows
without light? Cold, warm, sharp,
soft, strong, weak, color
different. The sun, the moon, the
lanterns, the flashlights, the
lights, and even the lamps and
bulbs.
You can imagine that bulbs are
fireflies or small suns, or
planets. Or imagine nothing. And
never notice them at all.
But I love to notice.
Sasha Yermilova
August, 2017