Beauty is light. The warmth of the sun on your back, the patterns thrown on the ground through the leaves on the trees, the moon through a window in the middle of the night. A lava lamp, the lights on a Christmas tree, a single candle flickering against a wall.
Beauty is a lantern and the silhouette of a robber as a train comes rushing toward him.
Beauty is a dying man’s journey through the Elysian Fields.
Beauty is the light in the elevator as con men rob a casino vault.
Beauty is the glow of fairies as they dance around a boy who refuses to grow up.
Beauty is three teenagers with three candles exploring an abandoned mansion.
Beauty is florescent lights, a train, the glow of fairy dust, sunlight, a lantern, a candle. Beauty is light.
-Saskia Giramma ’15