It all started very well. The premise was light, and light there was. Everywhere. Multi-coloured light, monochrome light, light in beams, spots, stains and patterns. Static light, moving light, running and jumping light. A feast for the eyes, truly. And it could have been just great. A great show of light in the cosy town of Cascais. And then we turned a corner, and everything changed.
You see, up until this moment, there had been light in all shapes and formats, but all coming from the same source: quiet and efficient electricity. But, along the western wall of the citadel, the light was different. It was fire. Not just a small sample of it, but a magnificent feast. A festival within the festival. The light was surely different and by itself, just amazing. And that, I managed to catch and here I share with you. But that which I could not capture with my camera, I can only try to describe.

The thing with fire, is that it’s not just light. It’s heat, it’s sound, it’s smell and taste. Right in the middle of a festival themed about stimulation of vision, here was a cornucopia of stimuli for all five senses. The hundreds of fires around the exhibition could be felt, even metres away as warm waves flooding the body. The smell and taste of smoke filled our nostrils, oil, coal and wood. And the sound. Not just the creaking of the flames, but the supremely well chosen music, all combined to create a mesmerizing experience. And mesmerized we were. We walked slowly, taking it all in, stopping and admiring and frequently going back a few steps to enjoy a particular piece again.

And when we finally went through it, it was late. Home and bed were far away and the trip would be long. There was still the other half of the light festival to see, but we had already had our fill. We did not see the rest, but we felt we saw it all.

By the way, the fire show was created by Cie Carabosse.

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Одна из немногих вещей, на которую я могу любоваться бесконечно, – это свет. Любой: яркий солнечный, создающий контрасты, тень под кроной дерева в пасмурный день, свет, пробивающийся через пыльное окно, свет солнца, играющий с листвой и создающий игру теней на занавеске, свет, преломляющийся через стеклянные предметы, свет огня, электрический свет, разбивающийся тысячами брызг о мокрый тротуар, свет, смешивающийся с водой или дымом. Разный всякий. Я всего-то и делаю, что бегаю и стараюсь ловить его в маленькую черную коробочку и очень радуюсь, когда нахожу то, что нужно. А есть люди – заклинатели и гипнотизеры, которые его создают и над ним повелевают. Смешивают с водой, дымом, музыкой и темнотой и получается то, мимо чего я не могу пройти вместе со своей черной коробочкой.

Lumina Cascais

Lumina Cascais

Lumina Cascais

Lumina Cascais

Lumina Cascais

Lumina Cascais

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Lumina Cascais

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Lumina Cascais

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse

Fire Installation by Cie Carabosse