Surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in the light - what a circle of thinking. In the garage and studios spaces in which I am trying to make order, there can be both darkness and light on many levels. The disorganization is a darkness if I take it as a jumbled up mess into the dark side, and yet I am enfolded in the light of orderly achievement as things get put away. The garage can be a darkness of unknown, where the detritus of living accumulates, hoping for a future. The garage is just dark, even with the light bulb switched on it can seem dark because the light is always at my back and my shadow falls on whatever I am doing.
| A single bulb in a dark room. |
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