(c) Light & CompositionThe Weight of Shadows
We often mistake the act of carrying for a burden, forgetting that the things we hold define the shape of our own existence. To move through a space is to leave a trace, a temporary mark upon the world that shifts as the light changes. There…
The Weight of Saffron
I keep a small, frayed ribbon of saffron-colored silk in a wooden box, a remnant from a garment that long ago lost its shape. It is thin, worn soft by years of aimless touching, yet it holds the color of a morning sun that has not shone for…
(c) Light & CompositionThe Weight of Memory
Seneca once remarked that we are like travelers who, having forgotten the purpose of our journey, become obsessed with the luggage we carry. We polish the leather, we check the latches, and we marvel at the craftsmanship of the vessel, all…