James Turrell Quotes

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

Why is it called 'after dark' when it really is 'after light'?

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down.