The sky

From my living room window. In the first few photos it seems as if the sky, because of the shapes the clouds are recreating, is just opening up by tearing itself apart. Colors, how arresting they can be. Allow me to quote a fragment from Bluets by Maggie Nelson (Wave Books, 2009). Her second fragment states an unequivocal declaration, "And so I feel in love with a color--in this case, the color blue--as if falling under a spell, a spell I fought to stay under and get out from under, in turns" (1). 


A first glance renders these photographs indistinct. The colors, shades, and hues seem to be no difference from one photo to the next. But pause. Look closer. Give each element that composes the photo its due time, and the differences will grow undeniable. They are not replicates, and the reason for that can be found only inside them.


Colors are things, objects that configure a spatiotemporal specificity.