It was Oscar Wilde that said, “Mere colour, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.” I like to think that the same applies to the unique palette of colours in each of us. Discovering the creativity and potential we carry in us is, in my opinion, a fundamental aspect of getting to grips with who we are and why we’re here, as Nguyen Xuan Bach said, “If you never unleash your true colours, you will always be insecure on the path to your dreams.” I find Bach’s positive reappropriation of what is often considered a negative expression compelling. It speaks of having the courage to not only see who we really are, but also authentically share that with the people around us.
In order to unleash our true colours we need to first see them in all of their complexity, similar to opening our eyes to the plethora of colours in the world around us. This is beautifully described in Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief, “People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.”
Mere, unbridled colour can speak to our souls in a thousand different ways, but to be honest the thought of this overwhelms me. Thus even as I seek to see and share my true colours I acknowledge that in this process I will have to draw lines, enlist form’s boundaries and let go of many beautiful and enchanting things in pursuit of the colour truth.