LADY OF THE LAKE

Colour forever shall be the 'most' human of all expressions, for it embeds life into spaces which otherwise would simply be all of one plane, the usual way complexity is flattened;

I always wondered from where does come that 'fascination' or mystification about the unicity of black and white; it made me think about a tapestry which would be made of fibres either side of light's panorama, white or black;

Then came the realization that for most of us, data overload is very real and brings about a kind of reset or restart as a way 'out' of the picture, and back again into the singularity of this or that, good or bad, me or you;

We are alive simply from the tempo, the relation which echoes back and forth between violence and intelligence, the basic threads of all tapestries involving matter;

No matter if it is made of minerals and look inanimate, or made of flesh and look 'alive', each thing material is but a platform upon which violence and intelligence play the game of life;

Colour is hope.