When The Colors & The Light Collide
How do you define the colors?
Aren’t they the bleeding of every surface when hit by the light’s swards?
Aren’t they the shining daily beauty that sleeps every night, to wake up on tomorrow’s hands?
Aren’t they a mirror that transforms the light in every single eye into mind’s ecstasy?
Can I simply say that they are the light, as the light by itself is a mixture of colors?
Is everything we see, simply a story of refraction??
Do you want what I believe the colors are?
They are a soundless sex between the light and the materials…