The Paschal mystery of death and resurrection, of absence and emergence, is echoed in this diffuse, uncertain light, in these ghostly forms, in these suspended moments. Fog, like faith, doesn't show, it suggests! It forces us to move forward in uncertainty, to believe in what we can only guess at. Between the visible and the invisible. Between the here and the beyond. Two languages to speak of the same mystery.
Passion, in this hushed theatre, is not shouted out, it is guessed at. What faith and fog have in common is that they veil as much as they reveal. They force us to see differently, to read between the shapes, to feel more than to understand.
A journey between what faith exposes and what the fog conceals. Because sometimes, it's not what you see that shakes you up. It's what we no longer see.
