Blue is the color of distance. It is what the hills become when they are far away, what the sky is before it is a sky, what longing looks like when it is rendered in pigment.
In the studio, blue powders sit in glass jars like captured weather. Mixed with oil, they glow from the inside; ground too fine, they turn the color of a held breath.
The essay asks a simple question: why does the mind, when it reaches for the infinite, always reach for blue?
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Ways of Seeing · Issue 07
Notes on the Color Blue
Blue is the color of distance — the hills when they are far away, the sky before it is a sky, longing in pigment.