My mother and I share the same favorite “color”.
It is not the absence of color. It is the combination of all shades.
It absorbs light to the point where light cannot escape it, and it is only feared because it represents the unknown.
It is more frequently associated with Death, rather than The Future.
I see it as a sleek, sharp, deep surface of both serenity and mystery.
I am considered “African-American,” but Black is not the “color” of my skin…
And like most Artists (including myself), Black is misunderstood… but it was never meant to be understood, also like Artists.
Black can represent so many things and is yet, something still so unappreciated….
That brings me to another thought, though:
You can’t have Black without White, Light without Dark, Good without Bad… all these things are dependent on each other, so how would we know the difference if one or the other never existed?