The Threshold of Silence

We spend our lives moving through hallways. We walk from one room to another, from one certainty to the next, rarely stopping to consider the space between. The transition is where the weight of the day settles. It is in these narrow passages that we are neither here nor there, suspended in the grey air, waiting for the light to tell us where to step. We carry our histories in the pockets of our coats, heavy and unread. Sometimes, the end of the corridor is not a destination at all, but a reminder of how much we have left behind in the dark. We reach for the brightness, hoping it will wash away the dust of our travel, yet we hesitate at the edge. To step into the light is to be seen, and to be seen is to be known. Is it better to remain in the shadow, where the edges of our lives are still soft and undefined?

Rafael Lorenzo de Leon has captured this stillness in his work titled Inky Corridor. He understands that the most important part of the journey is the moment before we move. Will you step forward, or stay in the quiet?