Color as frequency: Resonance and dissonance

Color;

The sparks of intention

Vessel of both defeat and victory

The murkiness of malevolence

The crystallization of clarity,

The sight of what is before me was always there with me.

What is the color that resonates within?

What does it feel like and how does it make me feel?

There's no such thing as impurity in pigmentation

With color there is only resonance and dissonance.

Resonance; The falling in togetherness. The realization that everything viewed externally is a reflection of all things inside us and the synchronization of that occurrence.

With color that observance finds definition, a portal or a pathway.

Dissonance; The falling apart of. Both pre-cognitive conditioned preference and weighted personal opinion.

With color that rejection finds definition, a black hole or a veer off the path.

We cannot think about color without thinking about duality.

When color speaks, it says: Let's go on a journey.

That being said, my dear friend I'll apologize in advance; for this roller coaster of an adventure we're about to go on.

Strokes of color can feel like a triumphant stride after a well deserved achievement

Gradients of color can be perceived as downtrodden dismay in search of hope, like homeless encampments

Marks made with color can smell like a potluck dinner at a table filled with friends

Intentional splashes of color can resemble spilt milk; or taste like blood spilled for greed, colonialization, generational trauma and false histories

Gaussian blurs of color can feel like story-telling and marshmallow roasting over campfires

Splatters of color can sound like tumultuous booms of thunder, avalanches amidst winter tundra, fissures or spewing chunks of magma from erupting volcanoes

Drips of color can sound like crickets chirping under the veil of a dark, starry night

Lines of color can feel like thousands of protestors marching and mourning for the death of a loved one

Shades of color can feel like an afternoon drive on a slow, crispy Sunday

Stumbling with color can taste like gentrification and the narratives of beloved families being interrupted

Shapes of color can taste like a dip in fresh spring water after kayaking down a river in the dawn of a new day

Tints of color can be perceived as true acceptance in Equality without any push-back or struggle

Color is a frequency.

You can see it, smell it, taste it, hear it and feel it.

To truly experience color, my dear friend; one must recognize that there is no such thing as impurity in pigmentation and to synchronize with the meaning in that experience, one must be willing to seek and receive resonance.