LIGHT SCULPTURES
BY LIGHT2MATTER
HEART + HAND + MIND
The story of Light2matter begun with our humbly defiant light sculptures. Handmade in Montreal, Canada and inspired by Archetypes, Metaphysics & Cosmology; they tirelessly pursue simplicity and emotion through the subtle and magical interplay of light and shadow.
WELCOME TO OUR WORK…
MAY YOUR LIFE NEVER BE THE SAME!
Into the voice.
“What can you more break… a broken one?” Ehsan Sehgal.
The effects of the Fall Sculpture will continue to manifest for years to come. It was an unforgettable inflection point, much like the Atlas Sculpture was a couple of years ago. Now I wish to break the horizon and dig deeper. I want to find every sliver of darkness hiding from myself. Now I will arm myself of darkness and conflict, to challenge every single truth. And for that, once and for all light had to be broken. I trust, as always, I will be able to put myself back together. But first, I had to acknowledge, I am broken.
The Break Light Sculpture is a first step into my own darkness. I must admit I am a broken man. One with as many ghosts as are minutes in a day. A man keeping the untenable together by sheer will. I am breaking my own light, because I must. I have to rebuild myself or fail doing so, there is no middle ground anymore. The Break is violent, gutural… barely standing and yet summoning all strenght to painfully break the baseline in two, and fall into the pain between yesterday and today.
Why I sculpt.
“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” Carl Jung.
This quote comes back again and again at every iteration. The end result is rarely the purpose, it is more of a reminder of the lessons learned. By sculpting the intricacy and depth of the human body, trying to get a glimpse of the soul, the introspective spiral is nothing short of life-changing. I see myself in every angle as much as I feel the paradoxical eternity of a carved piece of wood.
The Fall Light Sculpture was definitely a milestone in L2M’s work. The sinuosity, the details… it all points to violence, yet it is not. I believe it is closer to the truth than ever, more sincere, a larger range. It has several interesting positions. Each one helping us to understand how we travel between life and death, presence and absence. Made with mahogany, steel and a LED light source at the bottom… it is hard not to stare and fly away into our own selves.
I took your breath away.
At the peak of summer we see life floourishing everywhere, from the trees to the skies to the unending magic of our fingertips. Sometimes light and shadow take a break and work together in the softest ways. The binary romance then rises to it’s most voluptous fashion, the feminine goddess.
The Muse Light Sculpture is a celebration of purity and the delicate interchange between light and shadow. Made with oak, steel and a LED light base it has the most essential curves meant to avoid any distractions while contemplating the enormous power of silence.
I put a spell on you.
The spell of life could lift or just drop us at any point in time. Rarely we contemplate that, whenever we’re on a peak of light, it is simply because we have experienced the valley of darkness… or viceversa. What could we do aside from enlargening our range of life then? Well, other than sharing it with loved ones, we just have to keep widening it.
The Infinite Light Sculpture is made of mahogany, steel and light. It twists and turns. It rises and falls. It is design to forego permanence on behalf of adaptation thanks to six pivot points, giving the sculpture an endless array of positions. And with every single one, it comes along the chance to study how light and shadow work together, to feel their utter interdependence!
An unpredictable life.
Deep in our hearts, driven by the rule of time and space, our thirst for discovery begins with a walk. A walk taking us away from home and into the lands of uncertainty.
Are you willing to go the distance? Are you willing to go through the darkest corners of your mind? What lies ahead if not our better self.
The Distance Light Sculpture, built now for a golf course, begun it’s walk at the weirdest meeting in Lima, sketched for a completely different client who declined it. Somehow the sketch made its way to a different person and so, if The Distance never guy up, and it’s just an inanimate, perpetual and static object why should you?
The rubber band.
I heard that life itself is like a plastic rubber band. The confusing art of keeping the tension without cracking. And in a way, true art is not far from that; it’s all about finding that magical crossroads between order and chaos, a culminant point where while a system still holds it is also on the verge of failing, leaving us with the questioning.
The Tension Light Sculpture explores precisely that, it stands facing the precipice, right before the final decision is made. And it is up to you and me to wonder what will come next.
Fight or flight.
What if we choose to stand. What if we draw the line. What if we face the precipice of light and walk through it into the unknown. Could it be that life is nothing but an invitation to jump? An invitation to destroy our former self and reborn.
The Hero Light Sculpture rises to celebrate those who welcome fear inside their chests. The men and women that wake up every morning willing to meet their fate. May your walk into the unknown be unforgettable.
The weight of it all.
Within the darkening lines of our fists, men carry generations and generations of struggle and victory. You and I, we are the sum of every single man before us. Our power is beyond measure. And our will… it can bend the future.
The Atlas Light Sculpture carries the will, the strength and the resilience of mankind with deafening inertia. Rarely a crossroads so explosive and quiet at the same time.
The expansion of light.
When we ask ourselves what is truth or where do we find it, we often hit the antics of dogma. Dogma coercing our instincts. Claustrophobic dogma running through our veins.
If your life was on the line, if the ultimate truth depended on it… wouldn’t you scream with all you’ve got? wouldn’t you let light burst through your muscles?
The Face Light Sculpture is pure iconoclasm. It negates the camouflage of dogma. It is the latent feline within. It is hunger itself. Pure expansion. Light through muscle, light through lies, the painful breakthrough, the birth of our true self.
Light and matter in vitro.
Garage to the core, no knowledge whatsoever of lighting, a nerve-wrecking and practically blind fist-fight against the superfluous pursuits of a status driven system. A first scream. A volcano of dopamine. In retrospective… a life changing piece of matter.
The Inflection Light Sculpture cannot be understated. Perhaps the devious index finger that pushed the first domino of what would become an unhinged and extremely personal, read pragmatically useless, fall into the precipice of meaning. A worthy hill to die on.
The voice of the feminine.
Celebrating life, birth or beginnings without relying on the magnetic draw of the feminine, has to be one of the silliest pursuits. Vulnerability as a true sign of strength, pulling the forces of life into a perpetual centripetal force.
The Spark Light Sculpture is an anthem to the crossroads of life and perhaps the only L2M sculpture genuinely, openly and intuitively celebrating the feminine. Sensual, peaceful and altruistic. I still question myself why I cannot produce more pieces like this one. What a counterpoint between gravity and levity.
A prison of hierarchies.
Stillness as the negation of life, of movement; how difficult is to find our true self, how difficult to let go of estranged expectations. We are after all, children playing the adult game, a game of routine and compromise.
The Mask Light Sculpture… another beautifully subversive piece, hiding symbols in plain sight with the golden proportions of pure mathematics. Behind it though, light chooses it’s own path, The path of creation, the path of chaos.
The moment of break.
When was the last time you pierced the sky? What would happen if your fist broke a cloud? What does it take to reach beyond our conflicted selves. Is courage enough, maybe not, but it is definitely a good start.
The Reach Light Sculpture, originally intended as an exclusive esthetic exercise, without a conceptual background… a freestyle object, managed to carry a voice against my will. As if matter itself quietly revolted to let me know I’m nothing but a vehicle of my subconscious.
For life we rise.
And for today we stand. Icarus rose from the horizon, well above the clouds. An angel of light, circumscribing the sky into the ellipse of chance. The prince of Light, the sun of God, the bearer of tomorrow… propelled by mighty photons day in and day out.
The Horus Light Sculpture celebrates the the flight of the King on the Heavens. He who every morning draws his sword of light against the evil darkness of the night. May your light never ceases to inspire, wonder and amaze.
Still forward behind.
For ages, since who knows when, the Sun has never stopped it’s tireless pursuit of of the Moon. Perhaps a romance never meant to be, or just one that we cannot understands. I always wondered if they’d ever hold hands.
The Inversion Light Sculpture attempts the impossible, that is, to produce a shadow made of light. The implications could range between utmost heresy and total oblivious neglect.
Bending the horizon.
If anything can bend the horizon, it should be unhinged light coming from the heart. I read that a poet must only care about bringing the new or destroying the old, what else is there to be done?
The Quanta Light Sculpture employs the Icarian archetype to support the thesis that Newtonian physics are nothing but a mirage hiding -or sequestering- true potentiality.
The thirst for more.
When asked about which human trait is my favorite I also fall on our “unpredictable” nature. Our ability to remain outside of the computational probability range. Perhaps it is the clock of time and space, perhaps our inherent stupidity but maybe it’s our love-hate relationship with uncertainty.
In the The Phoenix Light Sculpture we celebrate our greatest hero. He who jumped into the unknown, he who dared to touch the Sun. Fables will tell us that Icarus’ wings melted and he fell to his death. I think these fable-men were just terribly jealous and Icarus is hanging up there with the Sun, shinning and smiling.
The whisper of nature.
The perpetual “ohm” wavelength, traveling unobstructed through the universe, meets the drum, the beat of life and death, the bearer of purpose, in it’s maximum expression; the photon.
The Voice Light Sculpture was one unforgettable exercise of organic rhythm. Mahogany at it’s finest, bursting with life. It could be argued that it is homeomorphic but above that, there is definitely power in vulnerability.
The binary stars.
It is said the Sun and Sirius are twin brothers. They revolve around each other every 24,000 years in what is called one great year, from the iron age to the golden age. As of right now, in 2021, they happen to be approaching each other.
The Intersect Light Sculpture talks about the Milky way and how to many people it has a quite large human form. Or is it that we have the shape of the Milky way? either way, there’s some crazy esoteric connection between above and below.
Hell with the box.
Maybe you’ve heard about that famous box… and how we should dare to think outside of the box. What if instead we reduce these boxes to a fraction of their size and build a universe with them?
The Birth Light Sculpture positions light as the natural product of organic growth through empiric methods against -and thanks to- the many obstacles life throws our way. The box containing the light is our understanding of it, our own voice forged out of experience.
Light is our resolve.
Our drive to survive circles the sky from dawn to dusk. At noon it stands at the highest. At noon we touch stars.
The Hope Light Sculpture holds light as hope itself, as the magnetic pull into absolution or redemption… the silent call of the rhythmic universe.
Moments and memories.
If I ask you to tell me which memories last, chances are that those built on the extremes of your pendulum make it through. The peaks and the valleys. What event born inside the mist of routine is memorable?
The Memory Light Sculpture begun after discovering that our memories are stored in our muscles as electric impulses and every time we recreate one we’re not pulling one out of a database, we’re recreating it from scratch, always with a different perspective. Could it be that our memories are always changing?
Veins on my arm.
Tension itself is a recurrent theme at L2M and it intuitively begun with The Spear. The conceptualization of it’s critical role producing inflection points or epiphanies came was long and delicious. Where we can find tension if it not at the very last second when we’re about to release.
The Spear Light Sculpture was perhaps the the first piece done with Black Walnut. It is hard to remember the facts, but they’re never as important as the feelings vibrating underneath. The discovery of this essence through exclusive empirical means meant to world to me. It’s smell will forever accompany me.
The speed of space.
To those poor souls sequestered by the logic behind quantum physics, this perpetual merry-go-round forever humbling our minds, the relationship between time and space remains the greatest puzzle.
With The Velocity Light Sculpture I tried to understand a bit more why is it that matter expands when time is contracted and vice versa as we approach the speed of light. Light as the constant bearer of truth, and matter & time as our limits, a pair of silly variables, perhaps in need of a few couple’s counselling sessions.
True self is emptiness.
Working on the three variables of L2M; light, matter and the Void within (represented by the magical number two) from a Jungian perspective; to try and see them from a new perspective I completed The Ghost. A snapshot of their very first meeting, when the Ghost materializes from the Void, courtesy of light and matter.
The Ghost Light Sculpture was built with a sacred Norwegian tree… a 200 year old white maple from the bay of Kinsarvik, a majestic fjord a few hours north of Oslo. Rarely have I seen such mystical pieces of wood… or such a great salesman.
Never forget your tomorrow.
The repressed or unconscious ideas of the Shadow archetype (Jung again…) are represented by the emptiness within, a life on the surface, a life of trivialities disconnecting the true self.
The Shadow Light Sculpture was built with a sacred Norwegian tree… a 200 year old white maple from the bay of Kinsarvik, a majestic fjord a few hours north of Oslo. Rarely have I seen such mystical pieces of wood… or such a great salesman.
The male is electric.
Holding my latest predicament, the binary makeup of the universe in its most essential state, the divine geometry of the Torus; the Osiris represents the Sun… growth, the color blue, expansion, summing up, the male.
The Osiris (& The Iris) Light Sculpture were built together with the same plank of Black walnut, after all they are meant to be together through eternity.
The female is magnetic.
Magnetism, the counterpoint of electricity, the binary makeup of the universe in its most essential state, the divine geometry of the Torus; the Iris represents the Moon… love, color red, contraction, summing up, the female.
The Iris (& The Osiris) Light Sculpture were built together with the same plank of Black walnut, after all they are meant to be together through eternity.
The apex on our shoulders.
I am now convinced that every ounce of weight put on ourselves by the hectic rule of life is nothing but a test to our resilience, a key, a gift in fact to become immortal. The question remains, who deserves immortality and what does it look like?
The Resilience Light Sculpture is now sitting at the desk of a man who embodies it to the tee. Sometimes I think of him, working at night, lifting the world on his shoulders, all for his family, and with the biggest smile.
Awareness, no expectations.
The purgatory is a recurrent concept for those like me, who grew up submerged in the guilt trip of Catholicism. Is there anything more daunting than waiting and not knowing for how long? Does waiting has a positive spin?
The Wait Light Sculpture renounces to its very name. When one is, in its full sense, in harmony. When one withdraws the never ending questioning of reason. When we are finally at peace… we are no longer prisoners of the scheme of time and space. We are present, we are aware. And awareness I think is the counterpoint of waiting.
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