Half daytime, half nighttime, dusk is the torn moment between sunshine and moonlight, the struggle after night burns down another day and before the light turns cold. It is in this afterglow twilight that the last fire in the sky ebbs into paler shades of orange and yellow, before wandering west on the spectrum towards far colors like indigo. Meanwhile, on earth’s surface, civilization flips the switch to side with the day, and bulbs drip into the evanescent stream of hues like florescent droplets – what a colorful fight of light.
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a glimpse
glimpse: OUR DUSK | Nature is balance, and survival is balancing. Eat, but don’t deplete. Reap the land, but don’t rape it. A predator too skilled falls victim to his own success, a harvest too rich cannot last. We thought we had tipped the scale in our favor, but now we see that we’re slipping, and that nature doesn’t do favors. When we freed ourselves from the food chain and started playing life by our own set of rules, we crowned ourselves creator kings; but we’re stuck on the same board as the pawns and we barely know to navigate it. Half day, half night, we made this dusk, fire on the horizon. Will we see the next dawn? Or will we commit collective suicide, leaving nothing but atomic human shrapnel to fill a vacuum we never owned? One thing comforts me: if this all goes south, life will survive, with or without us.
La Orotava, Tenerife / Spain · 2016 denim and cornflower
Cape Town / South Africa · 2017 midnight blue
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