A white screen waits at the drive-in, illuminated promises unknown. Give me the absent past, someone whispers, and a stream of yesterdays flow in. A scene, the bodies in it, may be utterly artificial. Once photographed, they become real. To the tall silhouette waiting in the hallway, absent the rush: sing in praise of shadow in the empire of light.
Inspired by the photography of Hiroshi Sugimoto and also his Coffin of Light.
2 thoughts on “Coffin of Light”
Is this death?
Interesting; I hadn’t thought of that specifically, Granny. Probably because I almost never have direct symbols in mind. But I suppose it could be that, just as much as life. Thank you.