pure light in any photograph is a white cipher, a smear or splotch of burnder-out nothingness. Pure light, like true love or good grammar, is one of those subjects that is only perceptible in its defects. We perceive light on the surface where it falls, the atmosphere through which it is refracted, the enclosure it informs, and the medium through which it passes - pure light is eternal, imperfect light is historical and the subject of photography

           DAVE HICKEY