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Dark imagination The room is dark, devoid of light - except for the star and moonlight that filters through sheer curtains stretched across paned french-doors. The end of day has come at last and I lie quiet and still, facing the lighted rectangle where nature's glow accumulates. I think of her, and close my eyes, effectively blocking all light. My mind is clear, save for her...and that one short-lived obligatory tingle. The mode and mood for dream is set, and I welcome the dark state where I search the black and blacker of total nothingness. A vertical line appears in the depth of jet darkness, and is soon joined by a horizontal branch half its length. Mentally I position the shorter piece at the top, and at ninety degrees, forming an upside-down and backward 'L' in vivid black. Shaded by bits of coal, pitch and slate, the lines stand out and form the edge and top of an open and one-sided doorway. With the frame firmly implanted in my mind and blackened backdrop, I begin moving slabs and chips of lighter-black into their appropriate places. Mind, memory and imagination helps create the picture of a black lady whose nude body leans against the open-sided, and blacker still, doorjamb. The mottled umbra is changing now, as lighter hues are willed to move - and they undulate sensually within the frame and backing of those blacker-blacks. Suddenly the portrait that I paint goes from somber black to vivid color, as my tired eyes succumb, and I enter the Technicolor world...of dream. |
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