Colour
Colour and movement go on forever more than lines which can be broken brittle barren bare. Flowing blocks bantering with adjacent shapes moving swirling swish into oblivion only to bob up to the surface again. Infinite colour speaks volumes describes moods patterns voices-loud clear soft didactic mirrored in sometimes opaque ways.
Generous and spirited playful dancing clashing confronting singing. Colour is everywhere in its di- verse uniform screeching soothing palatable unpalatable way. Colour is life colour is the universe.
I love colour, I love it in its vitality, in its aliveness, in its courage and magnitude, in its fullness and wellness in its darkness and pain.
Colour in its highs and lows, its definition and freedom. I love its childlike, friendly, approachable intensity its spontaneity and honesty.
For me a world devoid of colour is unimaginable.
Frances Wassermann Bildner © 2021
About the Creator
frances bildner
The thematic concept of my work is concerned with life in all its myriad forms.
I place emphasis on the emotive aspect of the work and like them, my work is both emotional and immediate.
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