Tag Archives: color

Creating Encounter in Colour: Blue Pool

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Come lay yourself down on this lilo of leisure, close your screen-weary eyes and float to somewhere lostly deep. The pool is azure punctured with zaps of lightning sun, refracted zig zags of gold lapping at the lapis lazuli tiles. All is Mediterranean wonder and bright cobalt ceramic.

Feel the celestial coolness below you, imagine how the floor of heaven must feel to feet of bronze coming home after walking the earth on a summer’s day. Let your soul right itself, a Spirit levelled horizontally as you recalibrate your centre and plumb the depths in your mind’s eye. All other measuring can be released as the foolishness it is, attention given to cool turquoise surrounding you with softly undulating mammatus clouds of water, ripples kissing your sun-drenched skin and imparting life to arid places.

text © K Dibbens-Wyatt  Photo from Pixabay

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Creating Encounter in Colour: Red Shoes

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The red shoes hang on a nail by their trailing ribbons, looking innocent for all the world, though no-one is looking at them today but this tired old ballerina. She knows them only too well and will not be fooled again. New, they were the colour of nascent shell, or the inside of a kitten’s ear, all velvet oyster pinkly grey. Nude as Eve’s Edenic soles, and probably as old. Once worn and worn once, they ripped en pointe feet to shreds and quickly filled with scarlet offerings.

The world will not cease its vampiric feasting, once it has begun to make you dance to its manic tunes. Our only hope is to rip the ribbons that seemed so delightful from our calves, and tear the suckering soles from our souls. In one wrench, band-aid like tossed aside, or hung here on the wall like trophy antlers, the hooks that barbed us.  Only the free can see them for what they are, and the rest gawp at the bloodied rags, astonished that we no longer wear them.

We refuse to dance ourselves to death, and now walk healing paths in streams and forests, barefoot. If we must wear red shoes, they will be ruby slippers that have sequins missing, and when tapped together, take us home.

 

Text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt  Composite art by R R Wyatt  © used with permission.

 

170. Rainbow – Colour Conclusions

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One of my favourite films is The Wizard of Oz. I loved it as a child, and waited eagerly for Dorothy’s world to change from black and white to full Technicolor. In some ways, I feel that this is how God changes our sight when we start to practise contemplation. Things become richer, brighter, fuller. I struggle now to process even a tiny bit of the loveliness I see all around me. Colour is a quality that evokes emotions, memories, connections all over the place. Each one contains a myriad of hues, and the spectrum could be divided ad infinitum, and its colours mixed into thousands of shades, as the paint catalogues constantly sell us, with their exotic sounding names.

Colour is how God has painted the universe, and I don’t know about you, but it never ceases to make my heart leap.

Next we shall be looking at the power of imagination in our seeing.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

169. Silver (colour 14)

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Silver is the colour of chrome and steel, it knows how to cut and hold. It is a humble colour, serving in usefulness and unaware of its shine. It is used to playing second fiddle to the gold standard, and being a lesser investment. But it is just as rich in many ways. It lines clouds and tongues, circles the moon, and dances on the surface of water.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

168. Brown (colour 13)

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Brown is another generous colour, like black, forming the background to so much of life, soil and branches, humble and grounded. Yet it is also a colour God has honoured, being the colour of nearly all skin in varying tones, protecting our soft innards, and the colour of wood, which bookends our lives. Brown is the crib and the coffin, the manger and of the cross.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

 

 

 

164. Black (colour 9)

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Black is so beautiful, a contradiction as it simultaneously hugs all the light into itself and yet is also the shiniest colour there is. I can never see a black beetle without thinking of Small in Winnie-the-Pooh and how everyone went looking for him when he was lost, even though he was so tiny. Poor Eeyore was looking for an extra two days as no-one thought to tell him the little insect had been found. “That’s just what would happen,” he says.

Black is often used to illustrate what it missing, maybe because it can seem like emptiness, the space between stars, the depth of depression (something else Eeyore knows about) and the background to everything light. To me, black is a generous colour, because it makes the light brighter at its own expense, and it is kind to everyone. Who doesn’t look good in a little black dress or tuxedo?

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

162. White (Colour 7)

 

 

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So many flowers are white, aren’t they, which seems odd when they are meant to attract insects. Most white blooms have a strong fragrance instead of a deep colour. Lilies especially make us think of purity, and yet have a heavy, pungent aroma, and their pollen stains dreadfully. I love white petals that have a translucent quality, ones that let the light shine through. They remind me of bridal veils and the robes of Ascension, whose dazzling whiteness would have made soap-powder companies weep.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

 

161. Orange (Colour 6)

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Orange seems a colour saturated in life, full of zest and cheerfulness. I always feel it’s a colour I can’t quite live up to, as though if I wore it, I would be living a lie somehow, being quite a serious introvert living with an energy disorder. And yet, this is hue that keeps on giving out its brightness, a concentrated juice that never stops flowing, and brings us the Florida sunshine and the Californian sky, spanning a continent coast to coast, and saying, “Yes, you too can guzzle down the dream!”

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

159. Green (Colour 4)

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As an artist, I can tell you that the one colour you never seem to have enough shades of, is green. The amount of different shades and tones of green in a landscape is astounding, as if God simply could not get enough of making them, but also because of the sheer number of leaves on the trees and blades in the grass, so that there is a myriad of angles and ways of catching and reflecting the light, or hiding in shadow. Creator God knows that one big mass of this colour needs to be broken up; given facets like a jewel to show its true beauty.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017