Festival of Colors

At the festival of colors , a tapestry is undone

In this world we live in, what we see mirrors us

What's the beauty in one single color being on it’s own?

Without the others, it’s just a stroke with no context

I wonder,

What makes a life beautiful?

Isn't it in the palette? The freedom the create?

Mixtures, stains and dyes

Colors dance between my eyes

Heterogenous and beautiful

Thin and thick, tones and hues, push and pull

Unlimited and unique saturations and contrasts

Highlight each other

At the festival of colors,

celebrating each other means celebrating ourselves.

A giant canvas

All different strokes

Like us, colors paint a single beautiful picture

Each part of the whole, while still unique.

We know colors that represent joy, sadness, grief, renewal.

At the festival of colors , art is our life experience. Color, our fuel.

A color tells a story.

Like the ocean blue, a color has a home, each speaks a truth:

Joyful Yellow, mellow blue, luscious green, royal purple, zesty orange, and bloody red.

There is depth to each color: a feeling, a warning, a statement, a destiny, a sensation, an experience.

Visual translations of deeper revelations of life

Shade, hue, contrast, saturation

Different elements of nature:

Water, Fire, Earth, Wind -

We know it’s colors.

A visual reality

Our eyes are a gift and so are our spirits.

We are what we see

If colors mirror things in life

What is the color of mine?