Even in art, there is no light without shadows, and no shadows are cast without some light. Even the shadow of Adolf Hitler is accompanied by some light.
There is strong shadow where there is much light.
Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.
Life is composed of lights and shadows, and we would be untruthful, insincere, and saccharine if we tried to pretend there were no shadows.
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.
To hold silence and to be silenced are two very different experiences. And so another theme emerges, that of light and shadow. When we share our voice, who benefits? When we withhold, who benefits? And what are the consequences and costs of both?
