In my first class as a freshman undergraduate student at the University, we discussed ‘Colors’ and how to use them to enhance mood within a house.
In it they explained how there were this list of colors through which an Architect may design the interior of a household. They talked about colors as if they had complete power upon the inhabitants of the household; as if the architect could control how a person felt within a space they occupied.
Black was discussed as if it were a color to be avoided, a color explained by the Professor as ‘the absence of light’, I argued on the contrary that Black itself is also a result of the ‘absorption of all visible light’. A theory the professor felt unnecessary to further discuss.
Black — to me, is also a meaning for absolution and isolation. Through which we as humans can be protected. There’s evidence of Black being a protective source rather than a shattering one.
Blackness in skin makes us less prone to skin cancer, Black has the ability to heal.
Black is also seen as a color of power — one of control. One of Justice. As a representation of law.
Whilst Blackness may seem like emptiness, people that find solitude in blackness are survivors. Isolation, like blackness, makes people uncomfortable. People like us, find it comforting.
Finding peace in solitude is an ability rare people possess.
I discovered the power of blackness when I was at the age of 16, and had to be forced out of school because of bad-behaviour and failing grades; furthermore as a result of unfair bullying by other students. The school had failed to protect me and hence I had to resort to my protective place, isolation.
As a result of which, I discovered what kind of person I wanted to be in this world and developed a personality that was not resulting from the outside world; but from within me.
Isolation allowed me the ability to excel beyond the capabilities the school had failed to see in me — my grades improved, my personality normalized, and I found the confidence within myself to journey to Australia for further education.
What I failed to realise over the years was that everything in the past had a destination that I was hoping to reach — much later did I realise that the destination was the Journey itself.