This isn’t as sinister as the title may suggest.
The stifling of creativity I mentioned before took me down some “dark” paths. I kept hunting for moments in time, shadows, light, and texture—those things that I miss on my day-to-day of just being at home. Trying to retrain my eyes to see the things it doesn’t usually see.
You might say I got mildly obsessed with trying to find those moments. I’d wake up and see how the light from the semi-closed blinds would hit the ceiling, walls, or doors and I’d reach for my camera or phone to capture the light.
Those short periods of time when I’d grab some “fresh” air (summer in Phoenix, in the middle of the day, fresh air feels like you’re walking into an oven) I’d stare down at the cement floor to see where the shadows were falling.
It’s been fun. And challenging. I don’t get a tonne of natural light in my apartment. The times of day where I do see some well defined shapes in the everyday is short. And my habit of regularly having the minimal number of lights on at home has confounded my husband a little bit!
Love this project and glad to see you’re back posting Jaina!
Thank you, Humaira!
Why is it so dark in here?!
Because we have all of 2 windows ?