Color is of Rainbow
is of single refracted light.
of Single refracted Sound,
“Colours are the deeds of light, its suffering and joy”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
1. J.S. Bach- Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Adagio
into forgotten shadows:
Time’s pain. joy. void. mystery.
A single vision to breathe
“Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration”
“I am Charles Mingus. Half-black man. Yellow man. Half-yellow. Not even yellow, nor white enough to pass for nothing but black and not too light enough to be called white”
2. J. Coltrane: Giant Steps
How many quick and quiet steps
does it take
the spark of A Music. A People.
“Color is but a sensation and has no existence outside the nervous system of living beings”
-Nicholas Ogden Rood
3. Of Webern: A Color between Colors
is what seperates...
Loathsome to lie,
it enervates unending spectrum.
Segregates light to rainbow
for human kind
for human mind,
for human power,
for human limit.
from Color(s) between Colors,
into seven false idols.
is alive. Two true lies
telling what is and who isn’t;
trapped in Color’s alluring illusion.
(But we lay still,
Breathe secret silent seems deep:
and things between,
will exist unseen
until we DARE to see the unseen behind Eye’s distorted dream)
“It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object”
“If artists do see fields blue they are deranged, and should go to an asylum. If they only pretend to see them blue, they are criminals and should go to prison”
4. Alone Together -
“And what is there to fear together:”
“beyond the crowd,”
“above the world?”
we find touch and tears, freedom and flight amidst
“the blinding rain.”
droplets splatter in our open ears and on our closed brow. a wash, we fly together, two by one by three, we dance and sing:
"starless nights were not in vain.”
“I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation”
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
5. A. Webern: Four Pieces op. 7- i.
A realm. Silent,
Darkly lit, and Open,
“All colours will agree in the dark”
“You put down one color and it calls for an answer. You have to look at it like a melody”
6. Of Webern:
“In formal logic, a contradiction is the signal of defeat, but in the evolution of real knowledge it marks the first step in progress toward a victory”
-Alfred North Whitehead
“I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful”
“Optimism - the doctrine or belief that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly”
7. Outkast: Prototype
“I hope that you’re the one
If not, you are the prototype.
We’ll tip toe to the Sun,
and do things
I know you’ll like.”
Psychology of Color:
-Color can carry specific meaning.
-Color meaning is either based in learned meaning or biologically innate meaning.
-The perception of a color causes evaluation automatically by the person perceiving.
-The evaluation process forces color motivated behavior.
-Color usually exerts its influence automatically.
-Color meaning and effect has to do with context as well
“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free”
8. J.S. Bach- Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Presto
Our color manifold
I am these sides,
You are these colors,
We are these times,
They are Us,
They are You,
They are Me.
9. Of Webern:
“One of the most striking signs of the decay of art
is when we see its separate forms jumbled together…”
“To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one's thinking; to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one's mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality”
10. A. Webern: Four Pieces op.7 - iii.
“I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial”
“To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature”
“We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There's a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don't reconcile the poles. You just recognize them”
“I never met a color I didn't like”
11. A. Hills: Prime- “To Feel: Counted-”
Too good to be true?
Two bads don't make a left
turn at a light that stops
Three goods outweigh the thought of a single pain taking wrath on the night.
Wrong...too bad, this is the real deal, more truth than lie, some things hidden but everything tied:
“Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head”
Need. Love. Dark Days, we don't have
Thought. Feel. Hard Days, I don't give
Love. Need. Long Days, you don't want--
“There are roads out of the secret place within us which we must all move
as we go to touch others”
“I have always painted pictures where human love floods my colors”
Translucent love affair:
One skin separating two distant chambers;
two shades blending,
Heart's beat trembling
Fear's thin membrane wall.
Three two one
My night’s light.
A next heart neighbor,
Our color, our difference, our truth:
“I want to know one thing. What is color?”
14. A Breath in Time
“Yellow is a light which has been dampened by darkness;
Blue is a darkness weakened by light”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: Inner power…”
We imagine a world
We hear a world,
at play and free,
Bristling with love, hate,
and those things
that will be,
A world captured by incessant “culture;”
Our dance and song
cut up and tattered,
babel to false ear,
myriad strewn color to blind eye,
Diced and scattered across time’s cruel cutting plank.
Our ears breathe a silent single air,
a simple silent dream.
Our chests rise,
We exhale and sing a single siren song. a simple silent dream
We sing our many sounds, senses, and seeds
Sing of our glorious ringing Colors,
soul of love and light of others,
who’s rainbows sail in on one breath
and get gone with the next,
gone with the next,
and the next…
and the next…
Music is of Art is of Culture is of
many refracted rainbow ray.
16. J.S. Bach- Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Siciliana
hold me inside your eye,
share your mind
from years behind.
your Sweetness gone raw
as you tread that thin line,
the Love and Hate kind.
17. Bach “Remix” - Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Fugue
“We would like to get to a point in our society where people really are colorblind and this message would not have to be told anymore. Unfortunately, we're not there yet”
-Harry Connick, Jr.
18. A. Webern: Four Pieces op.7 - iv: Color Blind
hue and drop?
Blind to difference:
or Ignorant, walking streets of old
untold thoughts that run blithe
in face of unfolded eyes.
loop and stop?
Blind to difference,
left dry, pale, bleached:
a life unkind, lived in grey cover.
that human drop?
19. A. Webern: Four Pieces op.7 - ii: my blue, your blue?
I sees you sees me.
how dare you let me see your full fall color?
ah, you saw how I glare?
i see, you see no color at all, brother.
20. A Drop of Wind
“Wring out oil from old vein’s rage,
Seep that pang, soak staff page.
Pour from pore, let drip down fingertip.
Ripped skin burns, oil slips from grip.
Burnt shred, beads fly through hated shame.
Melt name into cursed time with waxen stain.
Claim that Other; that forgotten shadow,”
“Less of them, more brother.
leave behind that blindness, that closed bleached thought.
Open eyes to
more ringing color.
Spill your silent wish
flood damned logic with second thought’s ebbing hiss,”
Ring Wring Ring Wring
21. Of Color(s) “Remix”: of Choice and Origin
from light unfound.
Though earth be father, and mother sea,
we don those luscious greens with gilded gold,
forsake the soil,
to vie for sun’s glory.
Blanch rich blues
and reach for whiter sky
we yearn to be.
This art of choice
of want, of wish, of desire,
sucks light from without
into blind world within.
beauty of mother earth’s dirt, father sea’s salt,
those muddy colors and murky hues,
bend beams of grit, truth, and pride,
art of origin,
hearty light and color glowing,
from inner melting, familiar warmth will yet be felt.
from color unfound.
Shade radiating from rich history to ricochet off time’s return.
Let artful light into world’s window,
of Choice and Origin,
glow and grit,
our color reflecting onto others,
others onto ours.
Let rays illuminate looking glass partitions
a dazzling radiance glistening on wondering eyes.
22. Of Color(s) and (UN)folding
an unfolding mixed page of color extends to reach the next space, the next sound, from jumbled past to jumbled future through potentially peaceful present: it moves through time to touch a little thing sitting in the before and running to be in the after, or not, that is, to be from everywhere, that is, to be going nowhere but toward itself. A page’s story told by watches, and sniffs, and touches, licks and listens, but mostly those brief, fleet, curious glances at time.
And of what Color(s) are YOU?-
“As individuals, people are inherently good. I have a somewhat more pessimistic view of people in groups”
colors. grouping? partition...
teammate, flag waver, those colors: lovely, lending entrance, a dive into mass movement.
“The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Or of none?
we are not yet light:
floating above ultraviolet and infra
scopes, bending time through sound, while
light, folds over a space entwined
Or finding your own,
unfolding color of intimate and infinite size, shape, and angle
“And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet”
to stretch, unravel, and sing beyond sky and earth
released January 15, 2016
Alex Hills, Piano, composer “Prime”
Alex Wyatt, Percussion
Fung Chern Hwei, Violin II track 22
Joanna Mattrey, Viola tracks 20, 22
Jeremy Harman, Cello tracks 14, 22
Tyler Gilmore, Electronics tracks 3, 6, 9, 17, 18, 19, 21
tracks 14,15, 16, 20, 22, 23 recorded by Nick Revel www.nickrevel.com
tracks 1-13 Recorded by Rozhan Razman at Riro Muzik www.riromuzik.com
Violin, Original Compositions, Arrangements, Words and Poetry by Curtis Stewart
Trim your Thoughts,
Snip your Senses,
Inter Images in Mind,
those seeds will sink to the bottom of your heart
into branches of your every moment’s
to drop new,
into a culture’s vast, undergrown garden.
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