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Celebrating the art and passion of the self, following the innate sensation of a need to survive when bereaved over an immense lack of intimacy: Between Light & Life showcases a unity between art and its dwellers through a narrative of light and colour. It connects inwardly to the lives we build within the urban space, the loneliness born to us through the claustrophobic barriers we build intuitively when protecting ourselves from each other; from whatever it is we deem unsafe, and the approaches we take as human beings to adapt and understand those around us and - especially - ourselves.

FABRIZIO, 'Welcome to my journey, Welcome onboard...'

“She has no name for that feeling of utter abandonment, nor the feeling that comes over her on fair days, when she stands in the courtyard from the photo, and the voice of the loudspeaker booms from behind the trees, and the music and commercials run together in an unintelligible blur. It is as if she were standing outside the fete, separated from some earlier thing.”

“Sometimes I wonder if the purpose of my writing is to find out whether other people have done or felt the same things or, if not, for them to consider experiencing such things as normal. Maybe I would also like them to live out these very emotions in turn, forgetting that they had once read about them somewhere.”

Alex Prager, Aesthetica Magazine

?: And no one had ever told me about the routine made only through knowing the safety of my own space; the map of London that had been drawn only for my own use. Is it this complex to sustain the hope that I may have control over my fragile little life, or would it be exceedingly overwhelming to believe so?

?: Because it is just so weird! So weird to be situated in this multiplex to which every window embodies the home of this strange human life, a life that belongs to an entire other being, multiplied throughout these megastructures we call cities, of which there are so fucking many, so fucking many people crammed like sardines in these little nests, coexisting with only cement or wood or sometimes nothing more than a blanket to separate the space of our bodies. And it is merely our bodies that get drawn the cards, and no behaviour can match that. You know what I'm trying to say?

?: ...the connotation itself seems so naive, it's almost benign. But when I watch the windows of all those rooms, I feel as though I can see these notions first-hand. This booming loneliness is beckoned onto me not simply because of my behaviour but from a greater power of prejudices sought onto myself and onto the city around me. I am not here to tell you that it is not my fault, but separation is innately the result of fear. How the hell were any of us born with this twisted instinct of such social animosity.

We will reach a point in the future (undetermined, so to speak) where the inhabitants of urban spaces search amongst the architectural ruins of their vastly dense city, in an attempt to comprehend and culminate a sense of emotional fulfilment; by which I mean the false sense of engagement received by whichever technological advancement created to replace what we know today as a the unparalleled sensation of human emotional intimacy.

“To make the private into something public is an action that has terrific repercussions in the pre-invented world. The government has the job of maintaining the day to day illusion of the one tribe nation. Each public disclosure of a public reality becomes something of a magnet that can attract others with a similar frame of reference. Thus, each public disclosure of a fragment of private reality serves as a dismantling tool against the illusion of a one tribe nation.”

David Wojnarowicz, the Rimbaud Series

Tang Kwok-In, Unknown

David Wojnarowicz, the Rimbaud Series

I think an artist is - at some point in their lives - very much drawn towards the city, in such a way that despite their upbringing or preference, urban-dwelling is almost a necessity to them in their lifetime. I think that through existing in a city, they have found something their practice couldn't quite reach.

Unknown, Night Apartments

what is the Rimbaud series to this film

You look into this window and what do you see?
Isolation in an urban setting is so often not a direct, physical alone-ness, rather it is found in spaces packed from cheek to jowl.

"I don't believe the cure for loneliness is meeting someone, not necessarily. I think it's about two things - learning how to befriend yourself and understanding that many of the things that seem to afflict us as individuals are in fact the result of larger forces of stigma and exclusion which can and should be resisted" (Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone)