I like how light doesn’t play favorites. For example, my new stove isn’t suggestive – at all. A century from now, no one will long for the innocuous curve of its controls, nor find romance in the unremarkable typeface labelling its dials from High to Low, Bake to Broil. Despite this complete lack of any visual distinctiveness, the afternoon light shimmering across the stove and the wall was so unexpectedly lustrous, I had to stop and marvel. “My house has the most beautiful shadows, right now,” I thought.
Then I went to get a butterfly. It only seemed right to give the shadows something beautiful in return.