CONCRETE AND COLOR

'A Paper Stage'  by  Trish

A few encouraging words, were my inspiration, to play color over every blank-gray place within me.

My imagination, scrawled, scribbled and rubbed  into the yawning emptiness, smudged  colors, until the raw mass created a palate of hues.

Here was my answer! I could dig my way around the dark inner misery, with color!

But, would I also destroy the promise?

Did darkness too, carry part of the  promise of new life? A promise that could only be born, if  I passed through the mad-maze, of all the darkest concrete corridors within me. Was the darkness a color? Could I slowly make my way forward and embrace the darkness as I went, welcome it, as part of me?

At the very thought, I felt color flow through me. First my hand, and then all of me, falling with color into page after page, while an endless procession of shapes and faces, paraded themselves, across the miniature paper stage, prepared for them

A new shape emerged,

It was a stepping stone.

 But, surely, it would take more than  just one step?

What to do?... Wait.

As I waited, I tried to create shapes of my own intention.

I read, that lines, in a certain direction, changed a direction, and that different colors could  change a distance. But rules couldn't penetrate my world. My shapes, and faces had intentions of their own They would not be anchored. Boundaries defied definition. Like little children seeking refuge, my images continued their timeless drift, in the fluid world within.

And waited.

Tushie    20/7/01