The
thing about colors,
said the
artist, is that they
kiss each other in such a way
that you can not tell where
the negative space ends
and the positive one begins.
For example, he continued,
if you look at this black space of paint
you think of, let’s say, a cave
and if the black is kissed by white
you think the cave’s mouth
is washed by ocean’s foam
and somehow if you move your eyes
from black to white or the other way around
you see the cave as a tunnel
from where the water rushes out
and falls off through rocks
as it’s hit by sun and you think you see
a little canoe with people in it,
winding over a slightly raging wave,
about to get swallowed up by the waterfall
but then you look closer
and you see that’s just a brush stroke...illusion,
the secret wooing of the artist’s hand
and you
say, aha, that’s what
maestro is trying to show me,
and you leave the studio
but you’re still in the cave.
Copyright © 2001 Ani Gjika
