in the style of diane arbus.
this photograph tries to illustrate the reassurance that being able to feel sunlight can bring, most prominent during golden hour– i think the ethereality comes attached with the idea that sunlight is very grounding, that is, being able to feel the effects of something outside of the earth that we're chained to by gravity. it's proof that there is something reachable out there, something that will 'live' longer than i ever will; so powerful as to cast either light or shadow around everything around me, as shown by the shadow of a half-hidden rocking chair and the reflection of the girl in the window and the table. it's actually a bit suppressive, the sun i mean. it can touch you but you would rather not reciprocate; everything looks better from a distance, but being able to feel the sunlight during golden hour somehow strikes a perfect balance between being terrified of what's out there and being comfortable with where you are... so as odd as it seems, it feels safe to me, being trapped.
