The colour black absorbs all.
It is hungry.
It is the god of darkness and death, but it is not bad or good, it is just itself
and it has a dark sense of humour.
( yes I’m getting a lot of seizures at moment)
It is in the carpet and the wallpaper, in my mouth and under the bed.
I think the colour white reflects all and is the god of life.
(I’m talking as a painter, don’t ask me about physics!)
Everything I see is given from it
Life rejoices in its presence
It is not good of bad, it just is itself
It is in the wallpaper and the carpet
In the emulsion paint covering my bathroom walls
And the white of your eyes
It has a very innocent sense of humour
(My head hurts)