To my own demise I’m one of those people who find it difficult to fall asleep at night. It’s not because I don’t want to sleep, and it’s not because I’m not sleepy! It’s because of my inability to turn off what I like to call the visual seeing part of my brain.
I often walk around the house until I’m exhausted and my eyelids feel as if they weigh a ton. Last night, I did my usual routine and paced from room to room looking at each room as this mystical cage of light… As my eyes explored the dim lit rooms, I’m always fascinated with how the light does its magical dance within each room.
As I made my way into the living room and walked passed the front door, I was taken back by the quality of the outside porch light filtering through the curtains. Like many other homes in the neighborhood, our Christmas wreath was hanging on the front door, which created this silhouette of holiday cheer against the backlit translucent qualities of the fabric.
What a proud badge of neighborhood honor this symbolized for me. At that point, I began thinking about how much I am really connected to this place we call home. This image is about my emotional tether to my home, a place full of wonderful shadows with extraordinary qualities of light, which always has the ability to cause me to pause and truly enjoy its existence. No matter the time of day, I’m always finding unique qualities of light. Is all about what I like to call my “transference quality-of- light”. It transfers these wonderful feelings of joy to my most basic need of creativity... the desire to create and share those images with the world.