Low light, low contrast light shining through the door attracted the lens, the geometric design, the refractions resting on the wall, too late in the day for natural light. Artificial light that didn’t move, the transience of the other light pictures is at odds with this image. Stubborn attraction to the fixed place on the wall that it illuminated, repeating itself through the stasis of it’s existence, challenging the ideas from before. Should the constructed light challenge the narratives that evolve in the stories born of the flow of natural light from its flight past the apertures that provide the ephemeral lighting on the land? Natural seems truthful, seems factual, documentary, fleeting and evanescent. Constructed light seems fictive, imagined, not truthless, rather full of constructed truth, like a story with a purpose, like a fiction to uncover a lie covering a truth.
Still playing with ideas, these two image have been further fictionalised by conversions to mono – thinking about how they could depict further the fictions I want to explore.