“In the museum in Lisbon, there is a completely black painting. Black appears to grow out of and belong to the canvas, instead of being painted onto it. When I initially discover it, my eyes take a few seconds to adjust, until slowly I make out a thick cross in its centre. Some children notice it. They crowd around, curious, but are ushered on by impatient parents. Gradually, my eyes start to understand that black is not an absence or a dead end but a colour.”
“Scattered Truth” by Laura Waddington