It is the colour of the canvas before it is stained by the paintbrush. It is the colour of the manuscript before it is pierced with the pen and the ink. It is the colour you see when the sun is too bright; everything is bleached and white. White is what you see when you can see nothing else. White is the colour before. Before the artist makes the first stroke, before the playwright writes his first line, before the other colours and pigments push their way through your consciousness.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgmL7hFWVN
It is the colour of the cosmos. It is the cold, distant light of the stars and the closer, and larger light of the moon. She shines down on us from the darkness. She takes many forms and many shapes but always her face is illuminated with a brilliant white glow that sets her apart from the dark backdrop of space. The burning yellow of the sun is reflected back to us at nighttime, white and pure, devoid of the burning heat of the moon’s significant other, absent of the harsh temperature and temperament. White is the colour of purity and kindness.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw8g1bJsOzL
It is the colour of the clouds. The place where we imagine our Gods to be. We imagine Zeus, clothed in white among the clouds, leather sandalled and lightening bolt in hand. We imagine the Christian God, sitting in Heaven, observing his followers as they enter through the gates guarded by St Peter. White is the colour we associate them with. Clothed in white, inhabiting a place purely white and spiritual. There is no black, there is no purple. There is no red - for that is Hell - and there is no blue. Pure, cotton white is all there is.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4XUDGI7yhB
White is religion. White is faith. White is the hope and belief that you will go to the white of Heaven, and not to the red of Hell when your time on earth is over. 630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ84M5qOkXS2
It is the colour of the mist at the end of a waterfall, and the colour of the ends of waves that make their way up the beach. It is the foam that lingers once the sea has retreated from the sand, and it is the colour of the sand on a tropical beach in the Mediterranean.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrpiMdi3Ll8
It is the colour that rises as the water of the water fall sinks, it is the lightness that emerges like a phoenix from the deeps of the blue, the blue that could extend for miles beneath the surface, becoming darker and darker until it is black. White is the opposite, it does not take you into the unknown underwater, it extends higher and higher, swirling in patterns too complicated for your eyes to keep track of, until it reaches the skies.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn2gd09uAnc
It is winter. It is the colour of the rain that freezes and falls as snow. It is the happiness you feel as you glance outside of your window and the landscape before is uniform white. It buries all in snow, masking the imperfections of your garden, however long it has been since the grass was last mown, and it hangs onto the branches of trees, giving them leaves when the winter has stolen them. It is the colour of christmas morning, and small paw prints in the snow from where small cats and dogs have walked before you. The glistening white is represented on Christmas cards, on baubles and even on the trees you erect in your homes.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXor9EJNPP2
White is the clean slate before it is marred by imperfection. White is purity. White is joy.
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