Descending beyond the horizon, the day starts to slowly fade out. In the twilight one wants to rest and let bygone be bygone. Some might say it is a romantic scene. Perhaps it is. But perhaps it isn’t the candlelight that emerges.
Scenes similar to those of Caspar David Friedrich evoke and stir up emotions. Some might even call it the sublime – the ultimate beauty. Something that is so magical and stimulating in form and content that it objectively has to be called beautiful. When the light changes and warmer colours and tones emerge up in the sky, the world around us seems to soften. It can be so powerful that it lets us forget the torments of the day. (more…)
Suddenly yellow window blinds transform into book covers that demand to be opened. Laundry lying lost on a garage roof, desperately wanting to be worn, becomes the beginning of a mystery that begs to be solved. Shadows roaming across corridors start to develop a life of their own, independently of their owners.
Imagining stories is an imaginable easy thing to do. It is an activity natural to us. No matter how advanced the imaginative qualities reach. From young to old, we pick up pieces of reality and continue them in our heads. It would be a lie to say one has never imagined what might happen behind closed doors and shut windows. (more…)