Turning the inside out
Flowing through virtual tunnels, following tracks and occasionally finding the way in – maybe a little chink? – where to brake through.
Sometime in a soft and gentle way, sometime struggling and in other cases as a shattering white essence. Some other times it’s trapped and we can only imagine the brightness struggling against the impenetrable curtains cloth. Sometime delicate, sometime tired, sometime melancholic and others powerful and coloured.
It could be seen as a transposition of human feelings.
All of a sudden the curtain becomes the metaphor of how we express our light.
There are moments when I feel transparent, I like to share what’s inside of me, being it happiness or gloominess. Days where I feel as if the curtains are wide shut, and others when it’s open and the breeze free to flow – and light with it.