When Colours Fade
Welcome to the latest episode of Sleeping with the Moon a rich mix of sound and words, exploration and worlds.
Watching the light draining from the November forest of last year drew me into the question of when do I cease differentiating colour and ultimately seeing colour, so I thought having an artist as the protagonist would be appropriate.
Researching the life and work of poet and artist William Blake has inspired a further deepening of experience.
… “And you feel warmed in the swell of orange gleaming light; lifted by the blue dome of cloud-streaked sky painted by the wings of angels.
And you feel wrapped in the burnished bronze of autumnal hues; bewitched by the transfiguring flames of sunset.
And you feel spellbound by the reflection of Heaven in the depths of a pool; enticed by the smouldering scent of drifting smoke” ...
Dedicated to an artist I know very well, Gail Mason
www.gailmason.co.uk
Credits
Written and performed by Michael Loader
Music: created and performed by Martin Solomon and Holly Jenkinson
Poetry: William Blake
Photo: Michael Loader
Produced: Pommy Harmar
Links
https://soundcloud.com/hollyjenkinson
www.naturalbristol.wordpress.com
