When I started creating and grasping desperately the light in my apartment, all edges and corners and nooks of my place became wonderlands of imagination.
(Unfortunately my mirror broke right after this shot!)
The way the builder made this unit was brilliant - the light streaks with so much strength into the living room, dissipating around the kitchen area into a crimson glow. At the first breath of a yawn before the sun sets, the vision of a waning rose fills the atmosphere.
But when I found out that in the summer, my apartment does this, everything changed. It's like the sun's last stand, one strand of it holding on to stay awake and play while the rest of it churned away on the wheel, yanking it to slumber.
I went to visit my parents, grabbed some fabric from home, some jade and some plants, and continued to evolve.