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Saturday, April 29, 2006
Living in Technicolor…
“I wouldn’t marry her again.” A friend recently revealed to me expressing the current color of his marriage.
A year ago, wearing rose colored glasses, he married a woman he had known for a short time. Today he saw things in black and white.
photograph via the Internet
“We fight almost everyday.” He admitted.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I sadly replied.
Life, especially relationships, gets messy sometimes and color hard to see…
I’ve always found the use of color in photographs and film to make an emotion standout a unique expression of the artist and very clever. I’ll never forget the affect of Technicolor in the Wizard of Oz the first time I saw it, or the gradual and specific use of color in Pleasantville. Even NL’s use of color in the black and white photograph he created for the masthead for my blog has its purpose and portrays certain feelings about the world and me in the photograph. I’ll leave it to you to interpret the photograph for yourself.
My conversation with my friend got me to thinking about color and how it expresses emotion and life, how it would express my life…
I wish life was as easy as black and white, right or wrong, truth or lie, but its not. Life is muddy, complicated and emotional. Life is a Jackson Pollock painting… or at least my life is.
Jackson Pollock Lavender Mist Number 1
And in spite of the muddiness of my life, there are times when I feel like I’m an unnoticed nondescript character in a black and white world and if you made me blush… I might suddenly have an identity.
Still Photograph from Pleasantville
After my divorce, I questioned love, truth, and life. I wanted to see things clearly in black and white as my friend now saw his marriage, or at least in designated colors like love = red, truth = green and life = blue, but the crayons in my box were all the same muddy color.
One of my favorite Savage Garden lyrics says: “If love was red than she was color blind” I've always felt Darren Hayes was singing that about me…
Chris Williams 7/5/2002 via the Internet
How the world looks when you're in love...
And even though my life feels like a Jackson Pollock painting, I’ve always wanted to live inside Van Gogh’s Starry Night. I love the romantic swirls, the colors, the stars radiating light, and the texture of Van Gogh’s Starry Night.
Vincent Van Gogh Starry Night
That is the Technicolor I want to live…
“I wouldn’t marry her again.” A friend recently revealed to me expressing the current color of his marriage.
A year ago, wearing rose colored glasses, he married a woman he had known for a short time. Today he saw things in black and white.
photograph via the Internet
“We fight almost everyday.” He admitted.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I sadly replied.
Life, especially relationships, gets messy sometimes and color hard to see…
I’ve always found the use of color in photographs and film to make an emotion standout a unique expression of the artist and very clever. I’ll never forget the affect of Technicolor in the Wizard of Oz the first time I saw it, or the gradual and specific use of color in Pleasantville. Even NL’s use of color in the black and white photograph he created for the masthead for my blog has its purpose and portrays certain feelings about the world and me in the photograph. I’ll leave it to you to interpret the photograph for yourself.
My conversation with my friend got me to thinking about color and how it expresses emotion and life, how it would express my life…
I wish life was as easy as black and white, right or wrong, truth or lie, but its not. Life is muddy, complicated and emotional. Life is a Jackson Pollock painting… or at least my life is.
Jackson Pollock Lavender Mist Number 1
And in spite of the muddiness of my life, there are times when I feel like I’m an unnoticed nondescript character in a black and white world and if you made me blush… I might suddenly have an identity.
Still Photograph from Pleasantville
After my divorce, I questioned love, truth, and life. I wanted to see things clearly in black and white as my friend now saw his marriage, or at least in designated colors like love = red, truth = green and life = blue, but the crayons in my box were all the same muddy color.
One of my favorite Savage Garden lyrics says: “If love was red than she was color blind” I've always felt Darren Hayes was singing that about me…
Chris Williams 7/5/2002 via the Internet
How the world looks when you're in love...
And even though my life feels like a Jackson Pollock painting, I’ve always wanted to live inside Van Gogh’s Starry Night. I love the romantic swirls, the colors, the stars radiating light, and the texture of Van Gogh’s Starry Night.
Vincent Van Gogh Starry Night
That is the Technicolor I want to live…
great blog!
I feel, much of the time, that my life is the color of smoke, with bits of green mixed in.
And by the way, I love Starry Night.
I love this, because I explain to people all the time how life is not black and white, and one of the essential pieces of personal and spiritual growth is understanding this. And yet, look at how much of the world functions on the basis of people clinging to the belief that the world is black and white.
When it comes to the marriage/relationship issue, my main problem is that most people want to believe that last "til death do us part" is the only thing that constitutes a successful relationship. Whereas, if one goes through an experience from which they learn the available lessons (they are always there to be learned), but decides that a marriage/romantic relationship impedes their growth, it is usually seen as a failure, and nothing more. The truth is that the need to cling to black and white concepts, or false dichotomies, is really very childish: we want to cling to the black or the white in hopes that it will get us through life. But when reality hits that neither the black nor the white are as dependable as once believed, we still usually fight reality and blame someone else for damaging our sense of black and white, instead of opening our eyes to the beauty of color.
Nicely done,
Chris
Just keep in mind that Van Gogh's technicolor life also involved cutting off his ear lobe.
.......ah relationships. So may liken "failed" ones to the stripping away of color. All relationships confirm our being alive amongst the living, with each one being another dab of pigment to the fabric of one's life.
Swirl and twirl my sweet,......let each image captured through the spin of life's encounters add to the the wonderful palette that is you!
Thank you for sharing this. I felt the same way when I was going through my divorce.
hmmm...
Beautiful blog......I've always felt I was a piece of Joseph's Technicolor Dreamcoat trapped in a drab black and white world. I was always the child in the corner of my kindergarten class because I colored the pilgrims dresses bright fuscia and green.
As far as love and art.....Gustav Klimt.."The Embrace" and "The Kiss"
Two of the most beautiful paintings I've ever seen!
The Kiss is a beautiful painting...
Thing ended up being black and white after my divorce too...
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