The light that has often been employed by painters as a metaphor to lighten knowledge and consciousness, to clear the darkness even with a flebile candle flame, now points at something else, that is to say, at the world where, through mobile devises, each individual is sucked into, in absolute solitude, even when next to somebody else. This is the truth that the light of Gali May Lucas’s sculptures reveals, a truth that can be experienced by sitting next to the three figures on the bench in Amsterdam, during the Light Festival.