Sitting in the forest on my back
porch is like sitting in a Rothko painting.
Rothko was a great artist in that he understood the power of color. Language cannot give us the gift of
color. The word “red” does not in any
way explain or give credit to red. It is
one of the dullest attempts at information sharing and allows us to understand
the limit of words to explain the world.
Sometimes I think green could be more fully explained by starting with
the word love. At least it would settle
in us the context by which we could then move to appreciate the attempt to
convey meaning. To understand what I am
trying to say, think about how you would describe green to a blind person.
After thinking on that for a moment a
praise prayer might be in order. Something
along the order of, “Dear God I am so very grateful…”
P.S.
Sometimes language can make us blind!
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Mark Rothko
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