Darkness is for us humans not just the lack of light. We fear it as an abstraction, as a general absence, as death.
And so we have to come to adore light as that what eradicates darkness, that makes us see, and allows us to live.
Nothing more seems to celebrate light better than illuminated glass sculptures like the ones here, by Dale Chihuly.
Having lost its purpose to illuminate something else, light has become the object, an abstraction of its purpose.
Objects like these don’t exist in nature. It is, as if we have finally left reality behind and can experience light as pure form.
It is hard to return.
The Inner Frame 