Clarity.

I think that is my word for Now. Because I don’t want fuzz and haze and blur. I want clarity. I want all the blur to be made sharp. And all the grays to be polarized. And all that’s form and shape and surface to be tangible, not abstract.

Clarity.

So all the little images I quietly make these days are finding themselves pulled–not so gently nudged–towards contrast. They are pushed towards their essence, brought down to the distinct and clear focus of sharp black and white.

And they help me see better. I’m not distracted by color and shade. I’m given the full scope of the image, even though it’s stripped of so many elements. I don’t miss them. When I pull these elements away, I can see more clearly.

Clarity.

This is what I do to tell the world that it’s not all clear for me right now. And it doesn’t all make sense and I’m not sure what to do with it and I don’t have all the answers so please don’t ask and I’d rather you help me than me help you because there’s nothing there but gray and questions.

This is what I do… My soul needs it, so my hands find it in whatever my eyes see.

It may not be pretty. And it may not be colorful. And it may not be vibrant. But it is clear. It is clear and you can see it and I can see it and it is undeniably and inarguably there.

Clarity.