THE COLORIST VS. THE MARIGOLD

Google reads:

Noun

1. The property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way the object reflects or emits light.

2. The pigmentation of the skin, especially as an indication of someone’s race.

Verb

1. To change the color of (something) by painting, dyeing, or shading it.

2. To (of a person of their skin) show embarrassment or shame by becoming red: blush

These are the definitions of color used in so many different ways as a noun or verb. As you can see, even from its definition, color, has the ability to possess, change, and alter someone’s mind or mood. Pay close attention to the story down below.

Once upon a time there was a guy known as “The Colorist,” for he painted many pictures, and mighty colorful they were. The whole town knew him and would go to his art galleries to watch bidders bid on his enormously sized colorful paintings. It was some sight to see, and everyone was thrilled by his newest paintings. For each art show, he would only draw four. At least one hundred people traveled by horse and carriage, or if in the next town, on foot. Some sailed across the ocean to buy from who was deemed the most talented man in Neverlands. Because there were only four paintings, you can imagine how most fought over them. It became so bad, the town of Marigold posted laws prohibiting thievery, and hired a sheriff at the auction pilots.

“The Colorist’” paintings were so sought after because he had the ability to possess his audience from the way the light portrayed the harmony of the colors, the paintings were inclusive of all pigmentations, the paintings magically managed to change colors depending on the temperature in the environment, and at times, it even made women in the audience blush when “The Colorist” introduced them and showed off their magnificence. “The Colorist” was not shy at all, and neither were his paintings.

Although the beautiful paintings “The Colorist” painted equated his cost of living for an entire year, it did not shed light on the dark side of the paintings. Of course, all were painted colorful, but there was a secret “The Colorist” held onto and did not share with anyone.

You see, “The Colorist” did not paint for fun, for wealth, for his enjoyment, because it was his gift, or because he liked it. Most would assume he had to immerse himself in at least one, but he didn’t. “The Colorist” painted the paintings simply to see the power his painted pictures would have over the world and possibly for centuries to come.

Hi paintings exhibited power, and he indeed was very powerful. So powerful he was able to sit back, feet up in the air and watch the chaos he instilled grow within the brains of his followers. He was on top of the world and accumulated so much wealth, the world would have to be in existence for trillions of years before it could spend all his success. Still, he continued to carry on with his beautifully painted pictures until his death.

“The Colorist’s” works did not die though. Along with his paintings, the vision behind it perpetuated a groundbreaking system that allowed others to follow and continue in his works. Replicas were made and sold. This very skill then became secretly known as color washing.

Now color washing is a great technique and causes confusion in the brain. It is not washing an item for purity or cleansing. It is the exact opposite. Let me explain.

“The Colorist’s” tools and techniques were applications of dust/rust built up, the ability to utilize the effects of light or darkness to his canvas, and certain dyes to cover up what he considered conquerable subjects. Like brainwashing, “The Colorist” used these types of color washing and falsely gave amazingly beautiful impressions. Little did he realize the reality is always there and shows through.

You see, dust or rust can change the color of the metal, light or darkness can slightly change the intensity of a color, dye can change the color on the surface, but the actual truth will always be underneath or appear through a clearer lens. This is what led to “The Colorist’s” downfall.

As “The Colorist’s” paintings continued to be auctioned in July, people continued to fight over their value and beauty until the marigold came.

One might ask the question; How could a flower take the attention off a painting? I’ll explain.

The marigold was not only bright, warm, and generous in its multiplications of abundance, but generated encouragement, excitement, enthusiasm, happiness, joy, emotion, strength, beauty, youth, energy, positivity, and adventure. It in more ways than one, as well freed up the infatuation on the paintings and opened the door to new life, the truth of natural order and wealth.

It was as if the people begin to have a change of heart. The marigold became in high demand, and the paintings lost their significance. As a matter of fact, people now stood to rally against the paintings claiming them to be indecent, a disgrace, some even felt the paintings made too much money for what they were worth.

Those who were against it from the start, made others aware of color washing and the long-term effects it had on their town, and the world. The paintings then started to look different. Without distress, their true color started to show through. Their own beauties pierced the surface, and their symbolic master eased the tide for them to rise from beneath the deep blue sea. They then began to roar with vengeance. They no longer wanted to be sold for the purpose of power and profit for the world. They wanted their own light, significance, and gifts to show through.

From this moment on the vulnerabilities of this concept the “deep blue sea,” were made aware. People in turn, became afraid of retaliation or karma. So, they devised a plan where not only would the paintings continue to bring forth revenue and importance, but they would also have a chance for some independence and recognition.

People started to allow nature and more natural things to penetrate their minds. People noticed how darker colors, showed more of the truth. They realized that the ground, or the earth in which the marigold grew out of was more concrete, balanced and was not only what confined the blue waters of the land, but was a physical replica of the soul.

A painting can last a lifetime, can be worth tons of money, and can leave a lasting effect on the world, but they start to wear and tear. People noticed this, got tired of them, and swapped the old and disheveled idea of them out for the new. People no longer saw the good in the painting or felt there was even a need. The painting was the recreation of the truth of lies. “The Colorist” not only took nature and recreated its existence onto a platform but destroyed the natural order of this world.

Everyone did not go along with the marigold. For a long time, the jewel within the paintings was held hostage. There were some people that wouldn’t change. They loved and still love the control the paintings forfeit and allowed them to have. It gives them a sense of power. All of what “The Colorist” wanted. Still, those that like to keep things the same in time and after, die with the old. Especially those who see the truth and refuse to grow, (grow like the marigold) don’t last long.

“The Colorist” failed to see the heart can be changed. That the ground will always produce and capture the heart. The beautiful flower goes through it’s stages, it changes, informs its environment, but most importantly always gets a new chance at life. The marigold allowed for the color within the paintings to step outside of their frame and enter back into life.

Lastly, “The Colorist” wore a set of blue eyes. Although very alluring and beautiful, he could not see clearly and painted his pictures through his own lens. All the paintings were in actuality filled with different shades of brown, in which they saw more clearly than he ever knew. For brown eyes, potentially do not need to paint with a lens. Their eyes are the lens, for they hold the truth of what lies beneath.