The Light of the Night
The light of the night is punctual, electrical and seems to be a projector. It keeps focusing on things to get attention, and highlights «but in another way and something different than the day» (G. Banu). It makes me the spectator of a space being transformed.
In intimate spaces, darkness is overwhelmed by the light of daydreams, by the glow passing through the doors: space takes new shapes like the waves of the silk in the glimmer of the night. Outside or inside, in the heart of the places where electricity vanishes, the invasive darkness delivers its unlikely brightness and makes all the sudden appeares possible, it reveals the show. It is not nothingness but intensification and enrichment, it is the Being-to-come. The night is fake in theaters, we expect the curtain rises, we expect the daylight. The desired appearance of the colors and the light is intensified and sharpened by the surrounding dark. What can't be through
the light of the day, gets metamorphosed through the night. All these places energized by arthficial lighting are without any border. The interiors find their place on the outside, the show heads to theaters and invades the town, the bedrooms, and the feeling of intimacy and closeness with the world moves to each territory. The spaces grow, their shapes are vanishing.
The night is anything but binding and dodgy. You are not sinking, but you do see.
Darkness is transparent, sensual and evocative. Darkness is radiant.
My nights are my days.