| The islands (The light blue light) The tropical islands, my infatuation with their colours. Shallow waters in white and light blue, represents the peace and easiness. A little bit deeper, the strong turquoise represents the life eccentricity, and then comes the dark blue which represents the difficulty and the death. As far as we walk on the sandy beach, the starting point of life, we feel like children. As we continue towards the deeper water, the colours change to dark blue ... there are sharks there as well, for we are far away from the shore. So we sail out on a boat and we feel like ducks. In the shallow waters swim small fish, as we continue towards deeper water the bigger ones, in the turquoise and in the dark blue, the whales ... The same when diving. As we leave the waves above us everything around us gets darker, it becomes dark blue, and looking up we will see the light blue colour of the surface. |
| The door of the dark room is half opened and through another room unfolds powerful and misty, same as looking through smoke or water, the light blue light which springs from the source of consolation. In the dark prison there is a small window above with bars. At noon, the diffusing light blue colour creates a pyramid, a mirror image of the outside world, the reflection of hope, the statue of freedom, the fantasy of life. Strong light blue colours are in the deep dark room of all of us. The rays of the light blue light create visions full of glitter like at night under the dark water of the sea. This is why people like the green coconut trees which pierce the sky - and other trees- that remind them of their creations on the earth. The progression! They remind them of the high-rises, and the forests remind them of crowds of people. They would walk across the forest (cont.) |
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| to have its metallic musical background! She was taking me by the hand and we were going to her house two bus stops further on, to eat the meatballs and the desert she had cooked for me, and if it was summer, vanilla ice cream from the shop on the corner. I sometimes used to go -all by myself - to buy chewing gum for her, from across the road while she was cooking berry jam for me. I was pausing on the pavement being quiet, waiting just once so it would be me who first heard the sound of that old musical instrument on wheels, so I could run into the house taking her hand and go to listen together, for free, so that I could show off to her. And it was not that they took from us that pavement and a part of our garden to widen the street, and that more people started to pass by who took me with them, it was that where they took me didn�t pass by the old musical instrument and it's sound faded for a while in my mind together with all those memories. |
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