It was around midnight when the nurse walked in. She stared at my sister, and bluntly stated, "Tomorrow you are going to look, bright, bright, BRIGHT black."
Light can always pierce through darkness, yet darkness can never consume light. The temporal nature of both darkness and light captivates me. In particular, I see this represented in subjects such as bruises, filtered light on surfaces, and glossy objects which sometimes act as mirrors.
The nurse's attempt at illuminating my sister's darkness stuck with me. 'Bright black' became a new descriptive color, a new way of perceiving darkness, the literal absence of light, and the metaphorical reference for pain, suffering, or death. I began to see this 'bright black', and noticed that it held a special descriptive quality of transience within it. I believe in this new 'bright black,' because to me it perfectly describes ephemeral systems, like shifting gradients of a healing bruise, or impermanent shapes created by shadows and reflections of the sun's rise and fall.