Learn to speak colour

These images are from separate exhibitions viewed in Australia within the last two years. 

One was a part of the fabulous ‘Future Fashion’ held at the Gallery of Modern Art (GOMA), in Brisbane, Queensland Australia, 

and the other was from the 'Chuck Close' show at the Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA), in Sydney, Australia. 

Both were extraordinary shows.

The cohesive theme between these two very different shows and thus images is colour. 

The ever present element that drives our psyches. 

That feeds our souls.

There are constant dialogues and conversations occurring between colours, tints and hues. 

The amount of colours now available to everyone is both a delight and a disaster, as like all languages, one must learn how to speak 

but in some ways, more importantly, learn how to hear the nuances of that language.

Learn to listen to the colours you are looking at. 

What are they saying both from a physiological and semiotic perspective. 

How do they make you feel or for that matter, what do you want them to say?

Learn to speak colour...it will change your life.

There is more to a beaded curtain...

I have always suspected that  a PLASTIC beaded curtain could do more than just keep the bugs out.

An installation by Dani Marti called 'LOOKING FOR FELIX 2000’,

exhibited in the hay days of the Newcastle Art Gallery in 2011, proved that my suspicions were correct.

What do cotton candy and cherry blossom have in common?

It is almost impossible for me to describe how I feel about the colour PINK. It is beautiful, it is tacky.
It holds a universe of meaning.

The words below are truly beautiful, poigaint. Please take a moment to read them.

Pink flowers; 
Pink pens;
 What about a pink life

; Pink stars
; Pink trees; 
What a pink life that would be; 



Pink shoes; 
Pink dresses; 
That is the pink fashion life for me! Claudia Wilson

I have never see a pink cloud rain before. 

I have only seen a magenta bolt of lightening try to strike my heart,

and
 Aqua tears trickling from my dazzled misty eyes, down my
 Flushed and lonesome cheek, though 

I have never see a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have seen spotted purple snakes crawling up my bedroom walls, and
 Transparent bubbles filled with dreams floating before my very eyes, though, 


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, though 
I have seen a reddish sun cast shadows down upon a tortuous, rippling river; 


I have seen tears cascading down a sloping hill, and 
Gulls flapping their gentle, feathered wings atop some cragged cliffs, although 


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have heard eerie and commanding thoughts and voices 
That no one else could hear. 


I have had disturbing, stabbing thoughts that have injured me inside, though 

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before. 



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have slid down an icy mountainside on
a very sunny night.


I have wept a sea of deep blue and purple tears, though 


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never heard thunder clap behind a rosy cloud, or seen
Tears fall from heaven or
have heard angels singing. 


I have had morbid thoughts of loss, death and suicide, 
While thunder clapped, and
 

these pink clouds could not rain.

 

Perhaps someday I shall see a pink cloud rain upon a 
Magnificent world, which I have created for myself,


where tall green and golden reeds are surrounded by swirling water pools, and 


a hallucinogenic sun sets behind high and mighty mountains.


And there, people would be trustworthy and true to heart.


No, I have never seen a pink cloud rain before,

although, 
I have seen almost everything there is to see -

Some good sights and some bad-


I have heard some screaming voices echo in my mind, although, 

some quiet ones as well. 

I have seen some orange and, pinkish sunsets, and mirages in
 the fortress of my own mind, however-


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before,
and 
I have never seen a pink cloud weep before….




Claudia Krizay