Dominic Sansoni, Sri Lanka

Space for Imagination

I like the quiet of what I call Sacred Space. I like it best when a shrine or temple is empty, with just the clues of who might have been visiting. Were they there for a moment of peace, to fulfill a vow, to pray for the realisation of a dream?

I like an altar that has signs of recent worship. I don’t need or try to understand all that I see, I am happy with the mystery of what I don’t know.

The calligraphy in a language I don’t understand allows me to write the words as I might wish.

Sacred Space nearly always has its own charm. It carries with it mystery, remembrance, and faith. A written prayer, a founder’s portrait washed by rain, seating for the absent faithful, jasmine-petals strewn under the soot of oil lamps.
Painted surfaces can say much the same, but are a more public celebration or declaration. I celebrate their impermanence, patina and wear. I find beauty in what is modest, humble and what some might see as trivial and marginal.

These are the sacred spaces where I find 'space for imagination'.