Note: This post first ran two years ago. I don’t expect people to dig deep into my old blog posts, so from time to time, I re-write and re-post one I liked. I’m also recuperating from my right eye lens implant and need some shut-eye. Literally.
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I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
—Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Shadows are wonderful art. They are both the object and a color. They have more possibility than the object itself, because everyone gets to fill in their own idea of color and size. Yet they are completely dependent on the angle and the amount of light.
A shadow is not the object, but it identifies the object. The shadow is never far from the object, and can be more beautiful and meaningful than the object.
Sometimes shadows bring understanding. What we cannot grasp in three dimensions and color becomes clear in black and gray, stretched out before us.
Shadows give dimension, add depth and occasionally a completely different perspective of our own opinion.
However you see them, shadows belong in your life, your journal, your photographs and your art journal. They will never bore you.
—-Quinn McDonald would like to cast a long shadow across the earth, but still requires growth to accomplish it.