Sunday, February 21, 2010

the orangeness of apricots

Almond Blossoms by Vincent van Gogh

The brain savors more than the orangeness of apricots. It learns the greenness of bananas and the redness of papayas, doing its best flesh-impression of each fruit-color it perceives. There is a blueness without a name in a painting by Vincent van Gogh. Gnarly wanton branches of an almond tree in flower: fields of buttery blue cut against the whiteness of the blossoms setting them aglow. The sky is a cheerful, turquoise blue with an ache of sweetness-sadness, springing with the promise of flower and fruit. The painting sings by crying. The blueness slices into you like an unexpected knife. To stand your brain before it is to drink in the color of joy. And the brain does an impression of this blueness.