Sometimes blue is blue.

Sometimes,
blue is blue,
black is purple,
blue is black.
Below Images: Progress views of a drawing on sculpture Man Moon Gazing.

On my way home walking outside, I looked up the sky. It was just the other night, the moon was rounded, and flawlessly isolated from the sky.
It made me feel the space, the space between the moon and me, or..., perhaps it was just about the space in the space, of the space, that the moon made me feel.

My friend wrote me a text that said "[….] I feel I can read under the moonlight".

I looked up the sky again, and thought that was so true.