every light casts a shadow

for a large part of my life i grew up thinking there was only one way to look at things: mine.  i learnt (thankfully but often painfully) that this m.o. was far from being either the truth nor complete.  i am reminded of this as i greet the body of work currently in the gift shop by frontal in the morning and then again at night.  in the morning, the pieces are so light and radiant; almost neon.  however under the weight of the evening, they take on a more intense look and feel.  it’s almost smothering and i find myself attracted to the densely packed section of each piece.  i like wading there. and so with that thought, i want to share two takes on frontal’s work – one by day, one by night. he’s currently in residence through to the end of the month so if you get the chance to stop by the gift shop and see him and his work, please do so.