Three moons appear fromthree holes in the window
Video duration: 04.38 min, 2021
One night in my studio, I find myself struggling with new ideas when I notice three small lights touching my wall, reaching from three holes in my window. Tiny moons inhabiting dark space. I am mesmerized as time stands still.
In this instance of awareness, the holes from my window burn holes in my mind, and in my memory.
Branches of light and shadow perform gestures on the wall, blessing my space.
I wonder if these impressions come and go, unnoticed? Do I miss the nuances around me when my mind is preoccupied? Can I look inward to understand why moments of ephemeral light bring me so much joy? Should I search for scientific explanations?
In Plato's cave, shadows on the wall were a reality for prisoners; not an accurate representation of the real world. But IS there reality in darkness?
The tiny moons on my studio wall are somehow eclipsed, and disappear. My mind questions over and over… what is really happening?
The studio is dark again, and the rhythm of life returns back to normal.