The longer I live the more I am conscious of the sincerity of “stuff”. Take color.
Substances like this I cannot articulate or explain but they exist in
such abundance that there is no denying the miraculousness of their
existence. How does “stuff” like this
come to be and to continue to be? I pose
this dilemma to myself in this way. If I
had a vacuum tube that was empty and I came back in 4.5 billion years what
would I find in the tube? Color? Could anyone imagine such a sincere natural occurrence to
equal that? So what do I attribute color
too? That is a reasonable question that
everyone should definitively try and answer.
P.S. You know some
scientists believe that color only exists in our minds, that our brains
translate color waves and that in reality the world is black and white, made
colorfully vibrant by our brains. Now
that would never show up in the vacuum tube.
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| Peter Maxx was the first artist I admired because of his use of color. |
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