A lot of my pictures are making heavy use of darkness lately. Not tenebrism, which I was reminded is basically my favorite thing. Tenebrism is like heaven. It’s the promise of something hidden that, when revealed, will be so bright and beautiful. It makes me just want to remove the covering, throw back the curtains, find the source of LIGHT. We haven’t quite made it yet, folks, but tenebrism is a reminder in the waiting.
Also, #tbt to my grandparent’s beautiful house, nearly unchanged in the five years since I’ve seen it. Full of curiosities.