The image of the bulb soon came to epitomise innovation, genius, a revolutionary concept, and an early twentieth century cartoon of Felix the Cat further cemented the lightbulb as a symbol for an idea. In its simplicity, ‘to see the light’ – the switch-fast revelation of space and detail – is a faultless idiom. We were lost but now we see.

Light, like ideas, is fundamental to the human experience. From the first shard of morning sun, snaked neon red across the horizon, to the flickering stars strewn across the evening’s navy skies, our circadian rhythms are largely controlled by light. Human nature has evolved to not only prefer it but to chase it, to maximise it, to wring the most experience from every fading ray.

For some, the pursuit of an idea is as vital or intoxicating as our pursuit of light – a never-ending hunt for the high of idea generation. For others it is more ephemeral. Transient, almost accidental revelations, received as you are lying in bed, face turned towards the ceiling, blanketed in darkness. Lingering in the space between cognisance and dream – a languid, foggy landscape – ruminating on nothing and also everything.