...The light in which this pictorial world is revealed to us is itself a medium of metaphysical anxiety and existential unease--a light in which the luminosity of nature can no longer be clearly distinguished from the twilight of our dreams. It is a highly dramatic light, full of fantasy and at times bizarre, the kind of crepuscular light we encounter in Poe and in Ryder's evocations of Wagner- a fugitive, underworld light that has been wrested from the powers of darkness...
