| He said one day while he was painting, "All the colors speak all languages...yet alone, Blue is true; Yellow's jealous; Green's forsaken; Red's brazen; White is love; and Black is death." But in art they are shaped by the artist, and the artist does not see things as they are, but as he is, and he is what the world makes him. But the world is made by everyone, therefore, we all make him, we all make his art, and we all see his colors. |
| "Philosophies In My Generation: X" |
| ©2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
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| Written in 1997, a musing I had once... |