shadows – hold their breath

Blake Prize Finalist

May – July 2018

Casula Powerhouse

This video work captures light drifting through the window and settling on the corner of a room. The light inhales and exhales as it travels backwards and forwards across the two walls. The movement is imperceptible and the trick of the light which creates a corner where there is none. It plays with the perceptions of what is real, and what we know. We breathe without thinking, it gives us life, a reflection of our humanity. Just as the light passes through our days, in the knowledge and the belief that a new day will always follow the darkness. The title is taken from a line in Emily Dickinson There’s a certain Slant of light.


There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons – 
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes – 
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – 
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are – 
None may teach it – Any – 
'Tis the Seal Despair – 
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air – 
When it comes, the Landscape listens – 
Shadows – hold their breath – 
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –