Between Heaven and Earth. ©️ 2021 LSAuth.
“O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant…” TS Elliot FourQuartets/East Coker III
✍️I love the night when it is luminous and full of light. Thousands of nights with points of light have filled my head with visual inspiration, fueling so many of my works.
I found solace and hope in these nights.
I am struggling to see the light these days — even on the most sun-drenched days.
Art can only survive with freedom of expression, which is freedom of speech, which houses freedom of thought.
Otherwise, the luminous night turns to total blackness. Sun-white days turn to blankness.
I am still holding onto the flickers of light within — dying embers to be sure, but not ashes — at least, not yet.
The struggle to find the light never ends.