CHAPELS

Look At What The Light Did Now

Evoked by close quarters. The shared breath of the Boroughs. The ferment and fevers of the Favelas of Brazil. The terraced varnished palate of the remote Amalfi coastline. The hillsides of EchoPark. The Sacred spaces, Chapels, like crystal in a cave. Rooted, bursting from their landscape like clusters of mushrooms. A Teetering and stilted community held together by cloths line, and borrowed teaspoons of sugar and salt. Commonality in the dropping of an “S”. Shared song and salutation, sung window to window. A world within six feet.

I often work with architects and interior designers. One tends to express their interest and intentions in designing; “how the light gets in.”

The other, “how to fill the room with light.”

I have been thinking a lot about how the light gets out. The light was here when I got here. I didn’t design it.

But in this time, while sacred spaces have been vacated; The chapels and churches, the mosques and temples. I have personally become deeply aware of the light that comes out of them. I see now that what enters may just be a fuel, Ignitable. Be it a song or prayer, a verse and its volume, meditation and mediation, camaraderie and community, there is light, designed, that ultimately comes out.

ThingsIMadeWhileTheSkyWasFalling

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A one of a kind plaster and stone sculptural lighting series made to occupy space and remind me that I do not design the light.

By Jason Koharik, 2021.