Colors

As a painter, I have learned to see color with more precision and confronted the many ways in which color is used to convey form, light, weight, and movement. I have explored color as symbol and science and yet it evades me. Color, like sound, is vibration. Each exists in relation to all the other colors. Each hue is part of a whole—the spectrum of light. How much of this spectrum are we able to see? Science says that we only see a fraction.

There is more to explore. But, for now, I will let the poems and images do their work.

Blue

Blue is empty
Endless
Light

I absorb it through my pores, my nerves.

All my tendrils extend
to meet its coming arrival.

I drink it in rhythm
through the core at the center

Expanding and contracting
with its far-ness and near-ness.