I sat in front of the images and looked at them for a long time.
Long enough for the kind curator to cautiously approach me and say: “These are abstract images.”
Perhaps she thought I was trying too hard to make sense of them.
And I was… I was trying to make my own meaning out of what I saw.
As we often try to do in life.
I’d like the light to win over dark, of course. But sometimes resistance is futile (and tiring) and you just have to accept that the dark is stronger for now and sitting over the light.
And that you can step back and look at the colours flow and overlap with each other. Which can be quite an aesthetically pleasing sight.
And remember that it could always be worse.
It could be totally black, without any other colours at all. At least now I can still see the colours and I know they’re there.
Just another afternoon at the Esplanade.
2 months and counting with the bullet journal… I’m glad to say things have been going well for us! 😀