Holiday

Google tells me it was Holi Festival a few days back. It looks like fun though what all those chemicals do to one's body when inhaled or ingested I dread to think. But, given my love of colour, perhaps I ought to be Hindu?

Wind up bird

My previous post "In remembrance of me" was a mishmash of notes for a talk I gave and echoes from a book I had read. I've just finished another book by the same author, even more whacky, and yet there is stuff in it that stirs my being and which I can identify with. I by no means understand it all - I think it is not even meant to be fully understood. To me it aptly describes those often random and scary thought processes that murmur in one's sub-consciousness but sometimes erupt into the conscious. The stuff dreams are made of. And the indistinct division between what is real and what is imagined. And how that line grows less distinct with the passage of time. And that what really matters often consumes such a very small portion of our day-to-day living.

A passing smile on a child's face. A bouquet of flowers. A beautiful sunset. Realising that you have touched another's heart. Undeserved kindness received. The deep, velvet taste of good chocolate. The warmth of the sun on an otherwise cold day. That illusive feeling of well-being that warms to the core. Autumn colours. The cold chill effect of some music. Lying, warm, in bed after a hard day's work. Knowing that you are loved. The relief waking from a nightmare. Driving home after a visit to the dentist. An aroma that triggers a fond childhood memory.

Leonid Afremov

I love this art by Leonid Afremov! Partly because I love his use of vibrant colour and the level of realism achieved with bold palette knife strokes. And partly because the rich colours remind me of the carpet in my parent's front room - the pattern depicted autumn leaves in similar rich colours and I loved it. But then they tell me that my idea of "taste" has always been a bit whacky.

Passion Evening

Night Fantasy

My favourite colour

A blog is "a web site on which an individual or group of users record opinions, information, etc. on a regular basis".  My offering is hardly regular so perhaps is not a blog even though it is published on www.blogger.com.


I am at least glad that the definition does not insist on daily news, like a diary.  Even so I was hesitant to write about my favourite colour here in the Posting section of my blog, so have added to my Pages section on Colour.