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Colours
We have a clump of daffodils in the back garden. So very yellow. They are currently my pride and joy. When the time comes round again I shall plant more bulbs so that next year the clump will have become a crowd- as in the Wordsworth poem where crowd rhymes with cloud.
We also have gorse bushes. They are beginning to come into flower. So very yellow too. Every day I go and look to see what progress has been made. I wanted to have gorse bushes in the garden because they are quintessentially Sussex.
Yellow, yellow, yellow. I sometimes think yellow must be my favourite colour. Yellow is the colour of creation- and with a dash of blue it makes green- which is the colour of growing things. But, really, I don't have a favourite colour because every colour has its place in the spectrum- of light, of life- and the best effects are obtained by juxtaposing them.
Incidentally, Poussin liked to paint on a base of warm reddish brown. Some of his paintings are now browner than he intended because the colours he superimposed have thinned and faded. He favoured striking colours. Great blasts of icy blue and fiery orange....
They do say that in the world beyond the world there are colours our worldly eyes can't register- Wonderful, currently unimaginable colours. One of the great things about dying will be getting back into a state where one can see them again.
We also have gorse bushes. They are beginning to come into flower. So very yellow too. Every day I go and look to see what progress has been made. I wanted to have gorse bushes in the garden because they are quintessentially Sussex.
Yellow, yellow, yellow. I sometimes think yellow must be my favourite colour. Yellow is the colour of creation- and with a dash of blue it makes green- which is the colour of growing things. But, really, I don't have a favourite colour because every colour has its place in the spectrum- of light, of life- and the best effects are obtained by juxtaposing them.
Incidentally, Poussin liked to paint on a base of warm reddish brown. Some of his paintings are now browner than he intended because the colours he superimposed have thinned and faded. He favoured striking colours. Great blasts of icy blue and fiery orange....
They do say that in the world beyond the world there are colours our worldly eyes can't register- Wonderful, currently unimaginable colours. One of the great things about dying will be getting back into a state where one can see them again.
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