27 April 2012
My favorite color.
Or some might argue it is not a color at all, but a lack there of.
Matisse once wrote, "Black is a color in itself, one that sums and consumes all others."
It is both additive and subtractive.
It both defines and obscures.
It is as constant as the depths of the night, or the pupils of the eyes of someone you love.
It is the lifeblood of the artistic gesture-- the line drawn, the brush mark, the photographic depth.
It is one end of the spectrum.
13 April 2012
|edges of sky and spaces in between|
Today was Opening Day at Fenway Park and Monday is the Boston Marathon. The trees are blooming and the city is suddenly brimming with people.
Spring is here.
I took a long walk today. And for the first time in weeks I felt like I could breathe. I was so grateful for the sun on my face and the air in my lungs. It reminded me how much I love this city. I forget sometimes.
I've had this song on repeat for days...