IF THERE’S NO EYE, THERE’S NO RAINBOW

Larisa - LoQueArde
Oct 21, 2025
2 min read

Surreal digital illustration of a dark landscape with mountains and clouds, crossed by an intense neon-toned rainbow. In the foreground, liquid metallic figures form the words “Lo Que Arde,” surrounded by floating chrome hearts and stars. A bright, psychedelic, dreamlike aesthetic.

He was talking about light.

Not as a symbol, but as something that behaves.

He said:

“If there’s no eye, there’s no angle. If there’s no angle, there’s no rainbow.”

And in that line there was a kind of precision that stilled me.

Not for its beauty, but for its evidence:

everything depends on the point from which you look. (And on light itself, obviously — technically, scientifically.)

(So maybe it could be said: everything depends on the intention of your light.)

I thought about it, and everything that ever obsessed me came up again—

the camera, the dance, the reflections on a window,

the tiny things that shift depending on distance or movement,

the things that change meaning when they barely move at all.

The gaze participates in the phenomenon it records,

not by interpreting it,

but by being part of the event itself.

The rainbow isn’t there waiting to be seen.

It forms through interaction.

If you don’t take part, it doesn’t exist.

And when you do, you bring your eye — and with it, your language.

Your way of naming, your associations,

everything you carry without noticing when you look at something.

The artist also spoke about that instant before the idea.

A space that doesn’t yet know what it will become.

A territory without coordinates, where something starts to happen

before it becomes recognizable.

A nameless place where something slowly takes its position.

That’s where I find myself most often:

when a word lands oddly,

when a meme lingers in my head,

when the cat steps on a key and the text falls out of order.

I wouldn’t call it inspiration.

It’s more like a way of being available.

Of not forcing the focus.

Of looking without trying to understand yet

(or at least, not trying to understand everything).

Of allowing yourself to be in the scene before having the theory.

There —in that minimal participation— is where things ignite.

There’s no conclusion.Only that moment when something lets itself be seen,and you still don’t know if you invented it or discovered it.

Intervened photograph of a tabby cat leaping toward the sky in front of a bright rainbow. The animal appears suspended between clouds and a green field under an intense blue sky. An image of humor and fantasy that blends tenderness with visual absurdity.

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There we keep looking — through symbols, design, and a lit awareness.

Not to understand.

To keep seeing.

He was talking about light.

Not as a symbol, but as something that behaves.

He said:

“If there’s no eye, there’s no angle. If there’s no angle, there’s no rainbow.”

And in that line there was a kind of precision that stilled me.

Not for its beauty, but for its evidence:

everything depends on the point from which you look. (And on light itself, obviously — technically, scientifically.)

(So maybe it could be said: everything depends on the intention of your light.)

I thought about it, and everything that ever obsessed me came up again—

the camera, the dance, the reflections on a window,

the tiny things that shift depending on distance or movement,

the things that change meaning when they barely move at all.

The gaze participates in the phenomenon it records,

not by interpreting it,

but by being part of the event itself.

The rainbow isn’t there waiting to be seen.

It forms through interaction.

If you don’t take part, it doesn’t exist.

And when you do, you bring your eye — and with it, your language.

Your way of naming, your associations,

everything you carry without noticing when you look at something.

The artist also spoke about that instant before the idea.

A space that doesn’t yet know what it will become.

A territory without coordinates, where something starts to happen

before it becomes recognizable.

A nameless place where something slowly takes its position.

That’s where I find myself most often:

when a word lands oddly,

when a meme lingers in my head,

when the cat steps on a key and the text falls out of order.

I wouldn’t call it inspiration.

It’s more like a way of being available.

Of not forcing the focus.

Of looking without trying to understand yet

(or at least, not trying to understand everything).

Of allowing yourself to be in the scene before having the theory.

There —in that minimal participation— is where things ignite.

There’s no conclusion.Only that moment when something lets itself be seen,and you still don’t know if you invented it or discovered it.

Tune the loop

If something here sparked an idea —

There we keep looking — through symbols, design, and a lit awareness.

Not to understand.

To keep seeing.

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