"I think that the beautiful is not in itself a substance, but only a drawing of shadows. A simple game of clear-obscure”
Junichizo Tanizaki Praise of Shadows
And if shadow was the prey, the only one which it is important to capture?
Nancy Barwell's photographic propositions attempt to give shadows their own being and a plastic dignity.
Reality's double, substitutive figure of representation, shadow lies beside the object, thrown down on the ground like a deforming mirror. Never autonomous, it is an obscure and unhappy sister of the image.
But the moment of its outrageousness allows shadow to take its revenge. It worries one with its strangeness. It lies in wait, stalks the silhouette which can not escape. It reveals, undresses, denounces its prey without ever giving up.