CONCEPT ART

> THE BLUE OF DISTANCE

_{I like to imagine blue as the colour of death.}

_{“The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.”

Rebecca Solnit’s A Field Guide To Getting Lost is one of my favourite books. In it, she writes about the blue of distance, and its parallel to a lot of my pieces based on water and the ocean draws from this book. Across time, blue is seen as a colour of sadness, of muted desire and longing. There are films written about the colour blue and that have blue in their titles or are coloured cinematographically in shades of blue. These films are usually heartwrenching love tragedies. There is Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot, a speech that always grounds me in a sense of cosmic insignificance — a reminder that all that I am and will ever be will never amount to anything on a cosmic scale, something I find rather comforting when life gets overwhelming. In the words of Solnit: “I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.”. Blue is the colour of longing. And if longing is killing the present, the spectacular now, killing what is in front of you and beside and within you in the search for something more, then perhaps, by my own very flawed logic, longing must be a kind of death. Perhaps to deny the present is to kill a part of yourself that is made readily privy to the world. Longing is a small death. I like to imagine blue as the colour of death.

> COSMIC HORROR LANDSCAPES}

_{> NERD TINGS FROM YEARS AGO: STAR WARS SPACE INVADERS & THE DELOREAN}

_{I know Star Wars Space Invaders has probably already been made but I want to code this game from scratch one day using assets I painstakingly designed when I was still learning how to make shapes on software. :”)}

_{> PAST ART THINGS FROM YEARS AGO}