On soaking up color

It's a great thing, to be able to soak up color.  To let it "settle" into your soul.  It really tickles my fancy when my eyes start to feel that buzz.  The hum of a certain frequency of light.  That visual tickle.  That rush.  Like the yellow in Kelly's panel, "Red Yellow Blue White and Black."  I just saw it today for the first time on an art blog I stumbled across, and I loved it.  I kept jumping to the yellow.  But only in my mental peripheral. 

I savored the fact that I wasn't exactly looking at it.  I was sensing it.  Sensing it's bright, overpowering inevitability with my soul.  Aware but waiting.  Watching but not looking.  Like I was spying on it.  Like I was part of some covert artistic operation.  Where I felt like if I looked at it too soon it would fly away.  Like a hummingbird you get too close to.  So I saw it with my spiritual eyes.  With my eyes; unseen.  And I kept putting off actually looking at it.  Like once I did, I would wreck everything about both myself and the painting in one stupid moment.  So I pleasure-delayed.  And just let the bright, cheery, spiritually illuminating, humming, buzzing, vibrant, still, yet chaotic frequency tickle my soul through my eyelashes.  While I batted them at it.  Doing a little dance with the color yellow.

​And dance we did.

Luke Aaron Venters, 11-5-15​