What remains when the day rests in silence und the world holds its breath at night?
When light and sound are swallowed and we are embraced by darkness?
The Nightingale’s song is the symbol for this book’s overall mood.
Unexpected, sometimes bewildering and disturbingly beautiful, as is the night.
Pieces, fragments, schemes and shadows appear out of dusk before our eyes. Blinking we try to gain hold, try to focus…but too late, the moment passes, the image drowns in dream.
All images ©Lena Grass