Philosophy and Art

Some time ago, during my everyday search for great content here on Steemit, I bumped in to one amazing blogger. He spoke about fermentation and philosophy, like baking a bread and thinking like a Socrates. I know I was in shock to read such an elegant and thoughtful mix of two opposite subjects, but I loved it.

I haven't given it much thought, to be honest, until this weekend I had some time to paint again. And while my mind is usually blank while I paint (that is one of the reasons I love it so much), this time it was different. I don't know if it was too much coffee (guilty as charged) or was it something else, but this simple coloring session made me think a lot.

I looked at the vastness of colors on my coloring table, and chose to make it mostly black and white. Black to be clear, but I needed some other colors for blending and highlighting. I don't particularity love black, and another strange thing is that I don't like flowers, especially the one in vases (like this one). Why? I always felt sorry for it, it had to be cut and practically die in front of your eyes for few days. It's a very strange concept for me.

But, there I was painting the thing I don't like with colors I don't like, a peculiar combination don't you think? I thought so too, and continued spending my free time contemplating color and world around us.

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
William Shakespeare

Would it?
Not so sure. As my colorless flowers progressed, my mind wondered like it likes to do from time to time. Jumping from one scene to another without any sense. So, from Romeo and Juliet I went on to my colorblind friend, and his attempt of making us some coffee. It was boiled paprika with sugar, not a very good combination, but it made us laugh.

I always wondered how it would be not being able to see colors, or see at all. One more thing is often on my mind, and that is the limitation of our sight. You know we see only a fraction of light, so what are we missing out on? Even in that tiny fraction our eyes and mind deceive us more, and further shrink our field of vision.

Considering all that, why is it important that flowers have colors (not talking about the biological aspect of it attracting pollen carriers), and would it smell the same if it was gray? If you know that pink things taste sweeter, think about flowers for a second. Did you just learn to accept it and associate colors with smells?

If so, how can you tell who is right or wrong, since you and a colorblind person don't think the same. The whole interpretation of the world is only in your mind. You decide what you believe, and it becomes truth for you. Simple as that.

I added some bluish tones, because it's me, and I like to challenge myself, and make you think about life for a while.
Do you see everything in black and white, or are there unlimited shades in between waiting for you to discover them?

With love,
Tamara