I looked at the windows do every morning, to see what the light is, how it is, what the day is, what part. Yellow before, green after projected large: the yellow before means too much light but what does the green after mean.
Every room is painted a different color. As if there were one room for every separate mood: lacquer red for vehemence, pale turquoise for reveries, peach color for gentleness, green for repose, grey for work at the typewriter.
The summer colors are served on a silver platter. But to see them in the winter, it is sometimes necessary to concentrate [...] hues will reveal themselves [and] appear richer
[Jean] Varda taught me that if you leave a chair long enough on the beach, it becomes bleached into the most beautiful color imaginable which you could never find with paint.
Prior to the advent of brain, there was no color and no sound in the universe, nor was there any flavor or aroma and probably little sense and no feeling or emotion. Before brains the universe was also free of pain and anxiety.
—Roger Sperry, "Changing Priorities," Annual Review of Neuroscience 4 (1981)
There are seven colours, the perfect number, one for every day of the week, and Sunday is violet.
—Derek Jarman, Chroma