A poetic reading of Leigh Bucci's photographs by Lloyd Godman

Robots of light

Without touching the pavement,
time steps through vacant streets of darkness
it descends corners and flat surfaces like paint
fresh from the brush, already liquid hard and dry
there is substance in the thick diffuse silence
disorientation manifests an obscure sensation of uncertainty

robots of light - silent -  waiting -  rob darkness of its velvet cloak
primary colour intercedes the impermanency of the nothing
lumen warriors advance against the dark force of  night void
project light through walls of silence in the ether of space
objects glow from within -  illuminate outwards
here the darkness of occupancy falls away
like toys in a transformers battle
presence lies in the vacant urban-scape