Blueになるわ
Blue is a beautiful color. I haven’t always thought that. Actually, I never thought of blue as my color. I used to be a firebird. Red, orange, yellow, mahogany. Phoenix bedspread.
It was after I came to Nville. Jessica thought blue was my color. Started dropping hints. Bought me blue clothes. Made me blue jewelry. I didn’t embrace the idea of blue right away. And I still haven’t embraced it completely. But I have since realized that the color blue and I have what in Chinese is called 缘分: a sort of destiny together. The significance of the symbols of sky and water in my life is irrefutable. Sorairo-Magatama and The Gift of Rain. The music I listen to and the music I write. Blue is now without a doubt my favorite color.
I have yet to learn to use the color blue in my art. It still comes out muddy and resistant to flow. But that is due in part to the red-earth nature of SAND DANCE. This is not a problem; SAND DANCE was conceived in my childhood, my firebird days. It is meant to reflect - no - to embody that passion from the noontide of my life.
So while I bask in my sea-sky-blue, I remember the fierce joy that fueled my imagination and gave birth to a world, a music, a story that continues to wend. I will take that fire in my hands and form it into a searing, blue-bright star. It will shine on its own, complete, without me.
That is the long and short of it; the whole of my life’s goal. To bring my one story to a fitting end.
Happy 6th Anniversary, SAND DANCE.
