mauve

Mauve' Mauve is just pink trying to be purple. (James Abbott McNeill Whistler)

is a color which looks cold but makes you feel warm. If you catch cold easily stay away from red, but once you start wheezing, snuggle up to mauve.

Mauve looks cold but makes you feel warm. Red looks warm but makes you feel cold. If you catch cold easily stay away from red, but once you start wheezing, snuggle up to mauve.

is speed itself. Any color going faster than usual has to pass through mauve. Mauve is the Pegasus of light, the light-handicap, the universal handicap of the color race-course. Mix a little mauve into any color and watch it accelerate.

Mauve is the telescope of colors. Tints of mauve in a color make it reach out to be seen. If light- 8 ning were purple, we would hear the thunder first. Nothing rumbles louder than a mauve twilight. The mauve look of amazement in the eye of a man struck dead! Sudden fits are all in mauve. Shooting stars would all look mauve if our eyes could only catch them in time. Mauve means speed itself. Any color going faster than usual has to pass through mauve. Mauve is the Pegasus of light, the light-handicap, the universal handicap of the color race-course. Mix a little mauve into any color and watch it accelerate. If the iris of the eye were mauve, whenever we glanced at anyone before he caught us looking at him, his look would already be part of ours, as if it were behind a screen: the eye of someone regarding us would then take on the blindness of the absolute, giving it the aqueous look of a glass eye. Mauve is the inside-outside of all color, the death-side. At the last glimmer of twilight, the face of the West lies hidden beneath a mauve veil, the burial shroud of Night.

is the colon of color grammar -- it is a color tease that won’t declare itself, you can’t tell where it begins or ends, wavering between color shores.

Blue commas, white periods, yellow exclamation points, gray dashes, mauve colons...Mauve—the color tease that won’t declare itself, you can’t tell where it begins or ends, wavering between color shores.

is the color of revival. It is the first reddening of blue, the color of expiration, as it nears the divine sun of Absolute Love.

The sky is nature’s universal headgear, shading the faces of all things. Standing in silhouette against the backdrop of the sky, nature’s face looks less exposed. Wearing a hat dresses up your entire countenance. A blue sky stops a tall tree from looking taller than it might, tops its height, keeps it from outdistancing the upward growth of the surrounding woodland. With his hat on even the tallest of men keeps from disappearing upward. On an empty plain, trees looks stunted against an intense blue sky. 3 When anything deep red in color ages, it turns purple. Green leaves are marked and spotted with blue before turning yellow. Even the sunflower fades into blue before it dies. The mauve bougainvillea puts on a violet blue as it fades. In mixed colors blue is the first to take over. Anything with mauve in it sweats blue at its last gasp. Blue: the expiring color. All swoons are blue swoons. We die in blue and revive in mauve—the first reddening of blue as it nears the divine sun of Absolute Love.

is the color of speed --- if the iris of the eye were mauve, whenever we glanced at anyone before he caught us looking at him, his look would already be part of ours, as if it were behind a screen.

is the color of speed --- Shooting stars would all look mauve if our eyes could only catch them in time.

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