Darkness lives in the earth. It rises up out of it and returns to it like a strong breath, I read in Andrzej S tasiuk’s Dukla.
The older I get, the more intense is my interest in the various ways and forms in which light appears in nature. I am amazed, I learn from that, and I am aware that it is the light of the sun that
Illuminates the buildings I envision. I hold spaces, materials, textures, colors, surfaces and shapes up to the light of the sun; I capture this light, reflect it, filter it, screen it off; I thin it out to create a luster in the right spot. Light as an agent, I’m familiar with it. But when I really start thinking about it, I understand hardly anything.