It was drab and grey. The soft drizzle outside was like a lullaby. The lullaby that could hitch the conscious soul into a sub-conscious different world, a world of beauty, dreams and rarities. the hymn inside my head was continuous, in resonance with the drip drop sound outside in the streets. I was staring at the big white canvas with a brush in one hand and a palette of colours in the other. The colours would be useless if i had chosen to paint my canvas as the like the grey monotone outside, but the picture in my mind’s eye was so so in contrast with the one infront of my naked eyes. It was bright with an array of rainbow colours.
Staring straight out of the hazy glass window I could see a passing woman all wet and shivering in the chill but how strange it was that in my other world there was a similar woman strolling by a beautiful moor in the bright sunshine. I was lost in thought, how could I transfer my mind’s rainbow image onto the canvas on such a drab and gloomy day. Rescue was at hand when the carefree artist in me took over the cautious vigilante’ self.
The sunshine in my mind was such that my own eyes were twinkling out of it and so the first colour my brush automatically touched was yellow……
Black and white rainbow 