S11 light

 

TIPASA

Where light marries matter

Imagine a place of light…

… a place of matter …

… and a place where LIGHT marries MATTER:

In the spring, Tipasa is inhabited by gods and the gods speak in the sun and the scent of absinthe leaves, in the silver armor of the sea, in the raw blue sky, the flower-covered ruins, and the great bubbles of light among the heaps of stone. At certain hours of the day the countryside is black with sunlight. The eyes try in vain to perceive anything but drops of light and colors trembling on the lashes…

Camus, Nuptials at Tipasai