The poetics of an everyday epiphany comes at a certain moment of the day, at a certain angle. It is then that the light and shadows cast by the man-made objects make an effort to fulfill an inner craving for ethereal beauty in vain.
The poetics of an everyday epiphany comes at a certain moment of the day, at a certain angle. It is then that the light and shadows cast by the man-made objects make an effort to fulfill an inner craving for ethereal beauty in vain.