Phantasmagoria

What are shadows? Are they merely the absence of light, or do they possess their own undefinable essence? In Phantasmagoria, shadows shift between reality and illusion. They creep across walls, merge with structures, and carve out contours that are both present and fleeting. Changing with the light, they distort and disappear, never truly fixed. Are shadows less real than the object itself? Or are they just as much a part of what we see? Isn’t the object itself merely the result of light and reflection? Here, shadows are not mere remnants but a force of their own—a play of contrast and transformation. This creates a world where the familiar tilts and fades, where forms become fluid, and nothing is quite as it seems.