Gergely.Horvath.
Lanterns & Shadows
There is something ultimately humbling and awe-inspiring in seeing such staggering forms of beauty and power. The dance between the real and unreal appears to be so palpable, one does easily forget their own closed in reality, and becomes liberated from it by experiencing the taking part of something much larger than one's own existence.
An initiation, the evocation of an inner smile, a warm light inside, something to hold onto, something to cherish and to carry within.
Scotland gave me that warm smile years ago, and she keeps smiling at me... I carry these smiles and lights in my lantern into the hours, when I look out, and all I can see is shadows in the darkness.
Image of The Storr at sunrise, Isle of Skye, Scotland.
Lanterns & Shadows
There is something ultimately humbling and awe-inspiring in seeing such staggering forms of beauty and power. The dance between the real and unreal appears to be so palpable, one does easily forget their own closed in reality, and becomes liberated from it by experiencing the taking part of something much larger than one's own existence.
An initiation, the evocation of an inner smile, a warm light inside, something to hold onto, something to cherish and to carry within.
Scotland gave me that warm smile years ago, and she keeps smiling at me... I carry these smiles and lights in my lantern into the hours, when I look out, and all I can see is shadows in the darkness.
Image of The Storr at sunrise, Isle of Skye, Scotland.