Narelle Jubelin: The Presence of Black

As far back as I can remember, black was there, like a part of life: in people, in the landscape, in solitude. It was always like something in movement, like shouting that represented life and not death. Sometimes it was a figure in black that went by and disappeared, on other occasions it was a black cloud on top of the blues and greys of the sky and the reds and ochre yellows of the earth. Sometimes the very absence of black reminds us that it was once there. José Guerrero, ‘The Presence of Black in Painting’ in Marta González,...