Saturday, March 27, 2010

Violets


It rained last night. But that didn’t stop the neighbor’s young tom from yowling on the roof outside our bedroom window. The harder it rained, the louder he yowled. And the wind — I imagined it was violet. I was also dreaming in that color. I had started some kind of painting business, having to do with old furniture. My equipment consisted of a violet paintbrush and a can of paint, a neatly folded drop-cloth with a menacing violet blotch, and a clay pot filled with violets. “Violets,” I thought. “In from the field. We each in our way must do what we can.” But I had no business — and suddenly it dawned on me that I would never have any business, because business was not, and had never been, the business I was in. And I was glad.


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6 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

purple rain, purple rain...

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

ps: an artist can normally not to be a business man...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, dear Laura, for your purple rain. And how right you are about the artist and the businessman....

Alberto Oliver said...

It is a pleasure to follow and read your thoughts, let´s call it plain thoughts, i don´t like to go over there naming, sorting and giving a label to it all. What matter is the inner feeling, the message, the scense. Just by reading your description of the rain, i could evoke a raining night, something i really enjoy. Some people, like you, have the touch for prompting our prosaic minds to evoke. Of dreams of violet and colours. Sometimes i think that i am able to dream in colours and feelings that won´t ever have a place here on reality. That make me feel sad and happy at the same time. Sad because i will have to wait until the next night in order to recreate the experience, and happy, because i realize that i have a place where the experience match with my expectatives.

Elisabeth said...

Your business is the business of dreams, William, and how valuable they are.

William Michaelian said...

Alberto, thanks for your kind assessment. I just added a link to your Landscape of a Life blog to the “Reading Room.” I think photos like those in your rooftop sequence accomplish the very same thing. And I feel the same way — we need to analyze less, and learn to trust and heed our instincts.

Elisabeth, thank you, and I love the way you put that. Meanwhile, it’s still raining and that wretched kitty is still yowling. Why it decides to spend the night on the roof, I have no idea. It leads a regular life during the daytime. It’s almost 6:30 now, and I’ve been up since 3:30. Tomorrow night, I think I might try the roof myself.