“Dark of the invisible moon. The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.” ~ Cormac McCarthy
Shadow has always been a place where one’s most obscure fears lurk in wait. We install night lights, lamps, street lights as protective sentinels.
I began to look at the things and places that we find necessary to protect from the night, a time of danger, the black arts, unidentifiable strangers waiting in the dark.