We grow towards the light, but our roots go deep into the shadow. We come from the shaded womb and as we live, we move towards the Underworld, dark and unknown. But are shadows just an absence of light or something more than that? Can we literally see them or feel them? Western civilization seems to leave almost no space for shadows, trying to illuminate our life and strip us of intimacy and mystery. Why do we outstrip in a quest for brighter space?

Kate Soltan