Colours©
By Michael Casey
I don’t know about you but I find BBC4
has some really good stuff on it. Today I was catching up on a programme about colour in Art, then tonight I
caught the final episode which was really interesting.
We all have a favorite colour, mine is
blue, not too blue but blue enough, and then there is the Virgin Mary blue that
you see on statues of Mary in church. The show on tv explained how the Church
wanted to keep a monopoly on the colour, and in fact how only She should be
coloured in that blue.
So it was heresy for Mary not to be painted in
the right colour so to speak. This is the
European tradition, for Faiths all over the world I imagine there are
and still are rules and so forth, so I’ll stick to Europe.
I’ve always liked paintings, I saved up
and bought a few for my walls many years ago before I was married, you know
when you don’t have to think about children’s shoes and so forth, now you think
about the colours of the shoes at your daughter’s school and not about paintings
for your wall, though both my daughters are artists.
Colours are Life, they really are, we
have the beauty of girls all over the world and the traditions of hair and the
colour of clothing, to be honest a girl’s smile and eyes are the most important
thing in my opinion. Girls being girls like or should I say adore a bit of
colour, it really does control men, if you like colour is the bait that gets a
girl noticed and a man hooked.
Yes I know that sentence may annoy some, but
you can write your own essay and let people judge your writing. Colour is soft,
colour is cold, colour is warm, it is matched and mixed, and when every aspect
of colour comes together it stops the show. How do I know this? I have a
Shanghai wife and two daughters, they have taught me! However for me it’s just
the eyes and smile which I look for.
In the tv show it talked about artists’
ideas and beliefs, their feelings are so intense, a factor of100000 compared to
you and me, Don McClean’s Starry Starry Night explains a lot, even Dr Who when
he met Van Gogh, colour means so much. We can hate a colour for many reasons,
it may have been your school uniform or your work uniform. I wear rugby shirts
a lot, so bright orange with a polo scene on my Polo is my favourite, I can
wear office wear when I have to, but otherwise its big brash colours for me, on
my site and on Facebook you can see my use or abuse of colours.
On the show they talked about
architecture and the use of scale and colour, why do dictators like themselves
so much, North Korea has giant statues, Fascists had statues galore and giant
imposing buildings to match their egos. To me it’s like the Emperor’s New
Clothes, we the people should laugh at those kind of people, their worth and
intellect is in inverse proportion to their monuments.
In North Korea the new boss’s wife has her
fancy handbag worth 1 year’s salary compared to the average person in that
country. Laughter should be used to bring those people down. Banksy leaves
graffiti all over the place making a statement about stuff, perhaps he should
do a tour of all these totalitarian places and draw mustaches and chads all
over the loved leaders posters.
The trouble with leaders is that they
see things in black and white, colours are forbidden.
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