A blinding, flooding light and a deep, endless darkness; both ends of the spectrum follow each other endlessly.

In splendor I stand tall, thriving and blooming with the fullness of life. But the shadows tiptoe at the fringe.

Inside the shadows I am overcome by a thick melancholy that sweeps over me like molasses leaving space only for a breath of air and a faint, fleeting light often mistaken for an illusion.

When thriving in splendor, I am grateful for that moment and patiently endure the stillness in the shadows for I know that the light never truly leaves me.

Splendor and Shadows is a merging of these paradoxes, blending into one wild and precious life.