Thursday, August 27, 2015

Color is the place

Rainbow this morning. 

They're so overused and synonymous with "happiness" that they are inevitably childish, even cliché. 

So why is it so hard (at least, for me) not to stare and smile at this simple little thing appearing in the sky? 

Not one poem that I enjoy comes to mind which references rainbows.  Only the painters seem to get it right.

"Simple colors can affect the intimate feelings with all the more force because they are simple." ~Matisse

"Color is a means of exerting direct influence on the soul. Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hands which play, touching one key or another purposely to cause vibrations in the Soul."  ~Kandinsky

"Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet." ~Cezanne


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