A Muted Rainbow

Black,

White,

Black,

White:

Stripes.

It is the pattern of my childhood;

A way of life.

Only within good form is there freedom,

But with only freedom, there is no form.

The invisible becomes visible.

Mime is a counterpoint,

As are black and white stripes.

Invisible.

Visible.

Freedom.

Form.

Black.

White.

Some see the stripes as restrictive bars;

A world void of color and sound.

But that’s not what I’ve found.

When I wear the stripes,

I can be anyone.

I can create an object, a place, or the passing of time.

All I need are my stripes and my body to mime.

Am I muted? Yes.

Am I colorless? No.

For all hues are within black and white,

at least when speaking in terms of light.

Black is all colors being absorbed,

None reflected; Invisible.

White is no colors being absorbed,

All reflected; Visible.

Black and white stripes are...

A muted rainbow.

Perfect for the mute artist.

Perfect for the mime.