Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Where do you come from Pink?

Remember mixing paints as a kid. Swirling them with your fingers. Mushing hues and patinas into new fantasies, inspiring new envies.

Red + white = pink

Always fails to satisfy. It's empty. Limited. Lifeless.
It needs orange sometimes, or blue, or purple, or brown. Good pink is chaos.
Brick red oil paint. Vermillion. Drops at a time. Weighing saturation and hue

Quartz demands traces of titanium, iron, or manganese. Or even more rarely phosphate or aluminum. A six sided prism. A twinned tetrahedra.

And when those bits of impurity, those bits of iron, rearranged themselves in their crystal lattice. Amethyst.

Indeed you are a surprise. You come by way of accident, mixing, rearranging, creating. Perhaps that is why you make us smile.

Like life. Pink is process. An unexpected, unintended, yet somehow meant-to-be journey.

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