Film photography, 16” x 16”, Framed

Blue

By Kortney Sebben

Today, as I sit here bearing witness to this stretching 

sky, I see a balloon up there (RED); it waves about, reaching

for release, as it probably had

in a child’s hand, or bobbing off 

a tree branch.

I listened to a podcast recently about the color BLUE.

About how, in some mysterious consequence of 

humanity, it was the last color to be named despite being 

the only color visible by everyone on earth. I wonder if

naming things is like looking 

at a star directly, how somehow

starlight grows invisible. Maybe that’s why I sit so patiently 

down here as I notice tiny moments 

in time. 

As I keep them tiny.

There’s something in allowing a minute to be untethered; maybe it’s why 

BLUE was left unnamed 

by so many people for 

so long.