Are shadows just an absence of light or something more than that? Can we literally see them or feel them? Western civilization leaves 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?
Shadows make the world more silenced and prove the existence of light. These values are not contrary but complementary. The beauty emerges in the patterns of light tamed by darkness.
“In Praise of Shadows” by Junichiro Tanizaki
“Elegy for the Departure of Pen, Ink and Lamp” by Zbigniew Herbert
“A Treatise on Shelling Beans” by Wieslaw Mysliwski