For some reason, in our culture, maybe even throughout humanity, darkness is associated with badness. Light is good, it is illuminating, it keeps the monsters at bay. So naturally, its opposite must be bad, right?
I don’t think so. Darkness is mystery, it’s a velvet cover where we can hide and sneak and move undetected. Darkness helps us hide our flaws, helps others focus on the parts we choose to show. Without dark, everything is bright and makes our eyes hurt.
Not everything is shiny and that’s OK. Our flaws make us human; give us a different experience than everyone else has. They are the filter through which we see everything. Without darkness how can we choose the light?
Yes, my work is dark. It isn’t shiny, sparkly, or brightly colored. But those of us who love a mystery, love the layers, those who cherish the patina that life has left on us understand why I make my work the way I do. We are all dirty, textured, and dark in our own way. As we slip into the darkness of the Winter Solstice, celebrate that with me. Darkness can be shiny too.