“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.” – Michelangelo
I wanted to share Utsav Raj’s beautiful post on the “Palettes of Life”
“So, what’s your favorite color?”
“You’ll find this weird, but my three favorite colors are sunsets, shells and rainbows.
Sunsets are a mix of hues of flaming oranges, liquid yellows and rusty reds. It’s a canvas painting where the ink hasn’t dried yet. It’s so alive, and real as one color flows deep into the rumbling depth of the others. The darkening clouds remind me of chariots of the moon, that dare to go close to the burning sun just to deliver a message. Sunsets remind me of people and promises for they are both beautiful and finite. Sunsets light up the whole world into shades of fire. The water starts burning, the sand becomes metallic, the buildings turn into dark ashes and people become silhouettes. It’s a wonderful color.
Shells are the treasures of this universe. Every shell is a different slice of the ocean, pulsating with the colors of the cloudy sky, dry skin and cookie browns. Every shell holds within them a message of the sea, a letter of love. Shells are like roadsides, and sand. The colors of the shell call out to me like a letter from home, asking me to return. The white reminds me of every empty notebook I wished I had used, the red reminds me of the blood pumping subtly through my veins, the brown reminds of the promise a friend gave me of baking cookies. The pink reminds me of the cherry blossoms, and the rare black reminds me of dark theaters.
Rainbows are the best. Everyone believes that rainbows only have seven colors, but I think of the rest of the sky as its eighth color. This last color reminds me of things that are everywhere but go unnoticed. Love, answers and a reason to live. The different colors remind of the shades of my own life. The red of her lips, the orange of autumn, the green of grass, the blue of crayons and the other fifty shades. But mostly, my favorite color is that of what you would find in the pot at the end of the rainbow. The gold reminds of hope and belief.”
Once a year in the summer time, my family and I like to go to the beach. I like to pick up seashells which some may say is the quintessence of seashore line. My dad used to make some peacock figurines with some of the seashells. Those entertained us quite a bit. We decorated the windows of our sand castles with some of the flat shells. Some of them have this iridescent color when its surface reflects against the sun.
When I was a kid, I used to think they were talismans to protect me from what lurks in the shadows of my bedroom. In my case, it was clowns, and specifically it was the Joker from Batman. (It just had to be clowns.) My dad bought a large conch shell for me so that I can listen to the ocean whenever I wanted. I bought a stunning seashell bracelet last time I visited the beach. In a way, I think they still are my lucky charms.
When I took that photo of the tree as the sun was setting, I realized some shadows are not to be feared. They can reveal another aspect to nature. What if some shadows can be a talisman in itself?
- In response to V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #16: SHADOWS
- In response to Daily Word Prompt: Talisman
- In response to Word of the Day Challenge: Stunning
- In response to Word of the Day Challenge: Quintessence