The perspective of color

The perspective of color

Often I ask myself, can our true colors be seen?

In a world full of additives, are our primary colors primary?

Or are they seen as both secondary and tertiary.

What color is the original?

When you look at me, do you see me in the light of your own wavelengths?

Or are these stationary with all of us?

If yours are longer than mine, what colors do you see in me?

And is what you see the truth?

Can my colors confuse you, like when a chameleon changes whenever it´s surrounding does?

Or when a black meets a white or a white meets a black in the light of history, and the vibrations of history are locked in our DNA?

When colors are mixed, how are the abysses of history touched?

Can we climb out of these and create our own palette?

Does science confuse our perception and our insight?

When the wavelength is half the height from the wave valley to the wave crest, the amplitude is created, which measures maximum fluctuation from equilibrium.

But what is stability?

Is it balance, and is balance everything?

Is balance stationery in all of us?

A light can be so powerful that we are dazzled by it and thus deprived of our sight.

Will what we see then disappear and crumble into something we just remember but which in reality is no longer?

A state of individual perception.

Do we link experience to our view of colors and thus also to the understanding of what is art or what is not?

Which synesthesia is right?

Is the word right really right?

What is right?

Your rainbow glows in the dark when I perceive you.

Someone sees it clearly with lots of colors.

Others are disgusted and let the light dazzle their understanding because they do not want to know why the colors have the colors they have.

And the knowledge of your colors goes from a positive pole to a negative one.

An abyss of nothing and no one.

The colorlessness.

Do colors exist at all?

Or are they merely created in each of our minds?

If so, I wish I could grab your colors, and you could grab mine.

That we could make a common painting, where you and I can live with colors that are ours.

Where black needs white and white needs black. Where red and yellow create a dazzling orange in the light of shades that twinkle differently depending on where the light hits.

Which never loses its luster or dimming wherever it is needed.

And which creates music in the eyes of new generations that will never disappear into a colorless nothingness.