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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

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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

 

 

 

 

167. Turquoise (colour 12)

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This top of a deodorant bottle looks from this angle like a fantastical long lost dinosaur egg (okay I do have an overactive imagination, but still). Aqua has a special glow to it that speaks of healing and gentleness. It makes me think of underground caves and verdigris, and of Mary too, as my Marian prayers book has a lovely turquoise cover. Aegean seas and peace, the calm of deep waves rolling in. Softness and maybe the otherworldliness of something as yet unhatched.

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

158. Red (Colour 3)

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Friend or foe? Sometimes colours call out a warning, and red is very often used as a sign of danger. Poisoned apple perhaps, or is it safe to eat? We breed our fruit now to make it look more appetising, and it can, if hurried on or waxed, or refrigerated for importation, seem a little false or unnatural. But red can also mean luscious and that goes for strawberries and lips too. Red is the colour of passion and of the blood that we carry unseen.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

157. Yellow (colour 2)

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Small sun with petals flaring, golden circlet fit for a fairy queen, a bright burst of unexpected heaven. My wonder at seeing such magnificent primary colour is that we call the plant it comes from a weed, and that we can conceive of calling it a nuisance. Surely we should simply be amazed that it deigns to cross our path (or patio)?

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

156. Blue (Colour 1)

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St Francis said that after spending time in a meadow, he would have to come home and wring the sky out of his clothes. I imagine the Italian sky looked blue for a lot more of the time than it does here in the UK, but still, we get our fair share of the full range of blues, from the ocean of air that the summer swallows spiral in, to the palest shade on the horizon just before dawn.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

Day 114: Meadow

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I see a meadow, our meadow is coming. A place where the butterflies of grace flit to and fro by unearthly rhythms, and the grasses are clothed in splendour. Where cornflowers explode like blue star fireworks and the poppies sing in zinging red robes.  Sky and blood and gold move in the Spirit’s breath; the dandelion roars God’s praise, and the humble daisy sways, eyes closed in pink-edged prayer.

© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt