The Witching Hour

The shadows we play with can taunt us in some unusual ways. Sometimes somber spirits are the most deafening noises through their silence, curling and twisting into shapes that mold to the crevices of ┬ábones. Sometimes the balance between dark and light can strip any color and leave the remnant of a forlorn black and white photo in its memory. The darkness can be overwhelming in its eager anticipation of what’s to come after the dance with this life ends, and this hollow embrace can be both relieving and terrifying. But if you view this dance of life as one of many, the fear of a closing door turns into patient readiness for another door to open.

The Witching Hour

Inspired my asylums and the idea of being silenced
Blurring the line between what’s dark and what’s light

 

What is this reality to YOU?

XXX

Gabriela