2-9)If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint ~ Diane Ackerman

Photo by Irving Penn

When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call ‘white’ is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space.
The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion. It includes many feelings which, out of laziness and confusion, we crowd into one simple word. Art is the prism that sets them free…
When art separates this thick tangle of feelings, love bares its bones…
~
Diane Ackerman