Blue Black Dusk
Dusk Blue Black
Blue changes in luminosity between the solidity of black, I have to run, it slips away – it is both day and night – still, fast.
In the blue hour, the air is thin – magic minutes out in the elements, I am somewhere between the print room, the dark room and the studio.
The abstract sense when I’m working, intense, saturated, intricate in its simplicity. It is this translation from one thing to another, the interaction within that place that I revisit and pass through where I find my connection – when working, I am clear. I am looking for the essence of the enigma.