Nicole Page-Smith, photography
Dust and star matter
Light. The light is golden. Golden clouds. You feel yourself surrounded by a cloud, thinking cloud like thoughts. If we were a mountain, we could think like mountains do but are cloud and think with god, thoughts passing by like rain. Passing thoughts and ideas are the sky and you would question the Sun like you could talk to the moon, stars and planets. Golden thinking and thoughts, ideas and the rain. Stars are for you, beaming from heavens by day and twinkling in the sky, by night. What if facing the Sun, we faced the universe another way, an opening like a new born day. Are we programmed to be star when we dream? Or do the stars inform our mystical-mind of god. The stars talk to you of past universes. In full daylight do we see another universe?
The Sun, our energy could have already absorbed Earth and be the universe we face, by daylight. As we spin on an axis, we face the Sun. The Sun appears to be an entrance to another universe almost as though we enter the core. If astronomers thought we travelled through the Sun to find daylight is this the axis we spin on? We could not imagine to travel through another planet or the centre of the Sun to find night, you could imagine this may explain the stars more than if they were fixed stars in the sky, broken pieces of meteorite and asteroid, the accumulation of the odd old extinguished planet and so forth, all gathered in the universe of the Sun. Dust and star matter.
