Behind the Curtain I
I let my gaze sink into the folds, and catch the speckles of blue, red and yellow sliding into the crevices. Maybe a draft is causing a mild movement of the cloth, or maybe it’s my imagination, but the colours seem to have a sprinkling of life, dancing on the surface of the fabric then sinking into its perforations. Now I’m intrigued. I stay still but feel myself drifting into the vision, allowing the colours to absorb my attention. The speckles start expanding into light strokes, running along the lines of the folds with subtle variations of intensity. Colours are oozing, blending into each other to create new shades, showing greens, pinks, purples that slither than evaporate into new streaks of white. Now there are stripes, sliding gently, blurring and fading. Now tiny eruptions as one colour explodes from the depths of another. The lights have transformed into little bursts of energy, and I’m engrossed by a sense of life emerging from between the folds folds. I feel an urge to reach out and place my fingers into the folds, stir the energy to create new sensations for my gaze.
Extract from Colour Between the Folds a short story inspired by Behind the Curtain I by Mark Say
Photograph by Artist
Judith Walker is also a Cartoonist