Free-write: On Light

It shines, it falls across an object, darkening in the corners and giving shape to depth and forms. It gives comprehension to texture and movement. It reflects form onto surface, creating a mirror image in blacks and grays. It creates roundness by graceful shadows creeping around a curve; it hides under platforms and cannot be found. It bounces from one object to another depending on reflectivity of surface and etches bright pinpoints in our retinas when too bright for direct exposure (of which we ignore warnings). It muffles out against soft and woven and blares itself against hard and smooth. It plays tricks with our sight but information is its usual merit. Its tones set its mood- harsh, unforgiving, mechanical, industrial, warm like a kitchen with cookies in the oven, cool from the morning’s last glance of fading night. It can be referenced in terms of volume as when a fire flickers and blazes in off-kilter rhythm, producing bounty and brilliance and then suddenly dimming at once to a gauziness which captures its tenants in a breath of romantic glow.