i feel like every day gets stranger and every day the shadows get more prominent! maybe it's a good thing, i hope everyone is dealing with everything well.
my flowers sprouted early this morning, no shadows yet because they are still shorter than the edge of the pot but trust me i cannot wait to share with all of you their shadows...
i went for an extra long bike ride this afternoon and could not believe how many incredible shadows there were to find... it seems every area of miami has it's own shadow identity. so lovely to see how one side of a street will proudly project their shadows across their beautiful homes while the other side shares the shadow with the street, for all to feel as they stroll by. i am struggling a lot to stay sane and happy in this strange time but it's comforting to know that shadows are still the same, even when they are constantly changing.
i really want to thank everyone who has sent me lovely emails sharing their shadows and expressing their love for the shade :) it means a lot that we can all share this love, please keep sending beautiful pictures... i want to find a way to implement all of your submissions into the website.
i watched a movie yesterday evening called All About Lily Chou-Chou, i really recommend that everyone watches it, there are many gorgeous shadows. it was directed by shunji iwai, with cinematography by noboru shinoda, below i will show an example of some wonderful shadows that appear towards the end of the film. beneath that i will have some words written by bismarck astrid which he shared with me yesterday which are too wonderful to not share with all shadow lovers...
Shadow Dancer, O Shadow Dancer, I hear your sermon. I know you belong somewhere above us but by some botched archaic surgery, some clerical misprint of a feeble handed god, you ended up at our heels. I know after kiloyears of repair you will dance far above us, tethered by the center of our heads, stretching our projected bodies upwards. The sun will be under us by then, of course. This array of celestial bodies is more like a jumbled bag of stones than it is a solar system. Hopefully there will be enough shifting that the sun may fall.
I only wish that in that time we learn from you. Our older, lighter sisters, you dance boundlessly! You are unlike us. We were made with cold bones and heavy organs and ugly faces, this is true. The gods created us to fight their wars but now that they have died, what else to do with this body but try to make it dance? O Sister, teach us. I watch you spiral and sway with the earth. Our sun and moon, your dance partners, love you more than these bodies could ever love each other. Let us see the guiding text of your being, there must be one. How else would you learn to love your home with such synthesis?
bis