Makes everything beautiful

I have the privilege of working part time as a technician in a school, it’s a wonderful culture with an old building, walls of obvious brick, painted over so many times to mask the functionality of the material. Sometimes, particularly in winter when the golden sun slowly falls, the light paints itself across the drab places like an artist on a canvas and I am arrested.

Light is of particular interest to me, I spent my fine art degree capturing it to communicate what so often goes unseen, how the mundane moments of our lives are, more often than we realise, transfigured by a Light that is foreign and familiar all at once, revealing the true nature of things.

Sometimes I think that being an artist is more about being a signpost to notice or a megaphone to call the passerby to attention that life can be awful but it also has moments full of awe..

So, wherever you are, in whatever mundane moments you live through, expect the Light, because whenever and wherever it falls, beauty will be revealed!

(he closes the laptop, folds the tumble drying and remembers it’s bin day tomorrow so I better go put them out..)