The fear of the dark is one of the oldest human fears. Our ancient ancestors would have had a fairly safe existence during the daytime, but when night fell, their ability to be aware of their surroundings and defend themselves from predators would have been greatly decreased. We still, in our evolved societies, suffer from fear of the dark or rather the fear of the unknown. Ask any child what the most frightening part of life is and they will reply “the dark”. There’s something about the inability to see the world around us that makes us feel we are in danger. In our modern age we have protested this feeling of danger and uncertainty by lighting our cites, our homes, our businesses, and parking lots. Yet there are pockets of darkness that exist in spite of our best efforts. The darkness seems to envelop those oases of light in a blanket of black. These oases are my interest. There is something about the lights in the darkness that speaks to a feeling of isolation. Much like a ship’s lights out at sea, these lights seem to be hopelessly adrift in a sea of black. I’m also in pursuit of what it is that makes those areas that make us feel safe and somehow less alone. I have a fascination with the concept of isolation, and the dark of night always seems the best place to embody that feeling. That has to do with the connotations we give to darkness, night, dark, black all have sinister undertones; whereas day, light, white all have righteous and joyful overtones. It is for this reason that these lights in the darkness function as beacons of life in the void of night.
I firmly believe that most of human unhappiness stems from the feeling of being isolated and alone. These lights seem to be banners of this fear of isolation.
“One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.”