This light has always reminded me of one you would see overhanging in an old Gypsy's parlor. It sets off a warm, mystical glow and you can just imagine what lies below it. A battered old card table covered with an ornate table cloth, incense, candles and in its center the all mystical scrying ball, also known as the "crystal ball". You sit across from the old wise woman, a little nervous, waiting in anticipation for what messages await you from the "other side" of reality. Is it love you seek, an advancement in career, or something else? That is what has brought you here, to see what destiny has in store.

The old woman places her palms on the crystal ball, asks the spirits for the answers you seek and inhales. You smell the incense intensify, smoke curling around the crystal globe. As she concentrates the light above you dims, then returns at such strength as to illuminate everything in the room. She looks up at you, ancient knowledge in her eyes. What does she tell you? Only you, her and the light knows....

If only this chandelier could talk, divulge the secrets told beneath its warm glow. Alas, it does not speak, does not reveal its secrets, just continues to warmly glow. Every once in a while, it's light will flicker, dim, then burn with intensity. Only then are the secrets revealed, only then does it hear what is meant for only you to be told. Your secrets are safe, this light will never reveal what is told beneath its ever protecting glow.

This shot was my entry to the EBSQ “Lifting The Veil” Show in September, 2007.