lalitha

since new theme 'beads ' has started i want to know wat is ur fav colour

lalitha

my fav colors r green and bottle blue and sea green

polenta

red but not to wear

Heidi2323

purples and reds

spam

All shades of blue

chelydra

translucent amber and off-beat but not-too-intense blues... deep bloody crimson red... sap green (a real tree is far more beautiful and alive than any picture of a tree because the green chlorophyll in the foliage is backed up by red (rh---something) and yellow (xy---something) pigments, so you're really seeing three colors - but there's a pigment called sap green that comes close. My favorite of all is Indian yellow, which used to me made by feeding mangoes (or mango leaves maybe) to cows, not allowing them enough water, and then collecting and dehydrating their urine; I just know the laboratory equivalent. Colors on computer screens are generally more beautiful than in print because they're lit from behind, like a stained glass window... I could go on... and on... but that'll do.

polenta

WOW CHELYDRA... you DO know lots about color... that's why your pics are so beautifully colorful.

chelydra

thanx

Shanley

wishing you had gone on, Chelydra!

chelydra

Hmmm... Okay Shanley

[long pause, throat-clearing noises, abstracted faraway look]

Well, visible light is only a little under a single 'octave' on the miles-long electromagnetic spectrum/keyboard, so we still have 99.9% of the wavelengths to discuss. But maybe it's doable, since no doubt every note will have a personality corresponding to a point on the visible rainbow (as high C, middle C and low are all C, because their wavelengths are synchronized, each exactly half or twice as long as the next, depending on whether you're heading up or down — we glimpse the same thing when we see purplish hues at top (blue) and bottom (red) of the almost-octave we can see). Check out 'The Music of the Spheres' by Guy Murchie, a 1948 pop science overview of everything, reprinted by Dover Books — That's where I learned this tidbit.
You might also check out The Yogi and the Commissar, an essay by Arthur Koestler, who stole my wildest-ever crackpot theory, even citing the same examples (in the title) I came up with, and he had the effrontery to to so during the very year I was born (and the Music of the Spheres was born)... or maybe I'd skimmed his essay and whatever egg it laid in some dark corner of my head hatched after I'd forgotten it was there. The basic idea is that brains (also hearts), being electromagnetic devices, must operate at some particular wavelength(s), as do all such things, whether biological or mechanical. But some of us get into a rut, and let one hue or another dominate our thoughts and feelings. Soviet commissars, gangster millionaires, and motorcycle gangs seem to be verging on infrared (red fading to black like embers, emanating heat we 'see' with our skin), which is most involved with the material realm. Yogis (I would add acidheads and visionaries nuns) are flying away from their bodies into the heavenly (but not life-affirming) realm of ultraviolet. Emotional health is probably found more in the middle, or better yet, in flexibility (having a wide repertoire of moods and modes of beings). Live is about keeping body and soul together, about matter and spirit unified, about the light penetrating the darkness and darkness devouring light (kinda like sex). Getting too hung up on either spirit or matter is pretty deadly.

That should keep you occupied for a good long time, especially if your read Murchie's 2-volume book all the way through (as everyone should). Let me know when you're done and I might have concocted some fresh crackpot theories by then, or at least have some more opinions to elaborate on.

If you've finished Murchie and Koestler, and I still need more time to prepare my next sermonettes, you could check out color theories of Goethe, and of Philip Otto Runge. (I haven't much yet but they look delicious). And of course Phythagoras is the granddaddy of us all when it comes to octaves and harmonics (and spherical music), and Nicolai Tesla is the guru for wavelengths in general.

chelydra

sorry for all the typos i missed - too many to list/correct here.

A note on 'light penetrates dark / dark devours light'... Western Civilization glorifies the former (as in Star Wars, bullfights, missionaries in darkest Africa) and vilifies the latter (the archetypal image of horror; the missionaries in the stewpot, etc.). But W. Civ. is also remarkably racist and generally pretty sexist too. Sexual reproduction was not understood until someone finally realized that male and female contributions are precisely equal; they conquer each other so completely that a whole new being results, and (hopefully) lives on after both parents die off. It's the same with depth perception, equal opposites (left and right) giving birth to a new, third dimension (in effect opening a third eye). Everything involving light and dark, male and female, white and black, spirit and matter, seems to require true equality to work - but their very different qualities are also essential to their union being fertile.

Whew I did it again! Not quite sleepy enough to leave the 'puter and if I do I'll have to clean up this rathole, so I keep writing in order not to see the disaster closing in on me...

Probably this apology for typos added a dozen fresh typos, requiring more apologies and more sermonettes until I finally fade out, comatose, oblivious to the clutter.

Shanley

Very interesting ideas there, Chelydra. Leaves me wondering about that third dimension in terms of dark and light. As far as I know, light has been seen as a symbol of fertility by many thinkers.

Shanley

As for the light theories....yes, i suppose it's true, colors are beautifully 'dragged' on the scene by wavelength. and even more, there are devices that measure 'health aura' based on electromagnetic waves. As for the matter and spirit thing....i believe it's too complicated to discuss, although fascinating!

Dragon

You are a facinating person chelydra, I somehow think you would be a very interesting person to have sitting at your table in a coffee house discussion or at a quiet party with lots of free thinkers. Your comments have a lovely blend of science and spirituallity.

Qsilv

(Q wanders in... blinks...
begins smiling thoughtfully.... wanders back out...
and a tiny post-it flutters somewhere into chelydra's intricate clutter... )

chelydra

Q: That would be the one you said (elsewhere) had a Jungian archetype folded up inside? I'd been trying to figure that comment out before I saw this. After seeing it, I still am. How did you know I've been daydreaming and writing about a delicious Anima showing up in this dump and hanging around until she can't stand it and goes back to living in the streets of north London? (She's a streetwalking Muse, musing any guy who strikes her fancy whether he's up for it or not. Women of course have male muses, according to Jung and my wife.) Am I that transparent (or are you that close a reader) that you could tell all this from what you've seen of me here?
As you may recall (or like me, infer) from your studies of Jung, the fact that Chelydra can actually see his Muse indicates that his soul has departed and struck out on her own, and is just coming back for a visit. Getting back together may not be a serious option.

chelydra

Hi Dragon — I guess you don't get a lot of long-winded autodidacts up on the Canadian prairies, huh? If that's an invite, count me in. My elderly cousin, a defrocked sea captain, got by quite comfortably holding forth at Palm Beach dinners. When he ran out of fascinating made-up war stories (too many other WW2 vets within earshot to get away with it forever), he switched to becoming a Titanic survivor, even finding a photo of himself with his nanny on the deck for that purpose. He never backed down, never yielded an inch, even when publicly confronted by recognized experts in his chosen field, and he won in the end — Titanic Survivor was in the headline of his obit!
I can't match Cousin Morty's balls or his brilliance, but then Alberta isn't exactly Palm Beach, so we might be a good match. Oooohhhh... Just noticed you didn't say anything about free meals. Nor even coffee, just sitting around the coffeetable. Sheesh! And I'd have to listen to other freethinkers No you said quiet parties... How quiet? We could just smile and admire one another and skip all the verbiage. Throw in some food or at least coffee and it might be a good way to spend my dotage. Quietly freethinking among others doing the same. No one would notice that I can't convincingly say I survived the space shuttle disaster or whatever would sell up there. We'll figure something out.

chelydra

Hi again Shanley — I thought the bog-standard (I'm practiicng Britishisms but still can't figure out either US or UK spelling of practicisng) symbol of fertility was always dark earth, the blacker the soil the better. Light (or spirit) is animating when it penetrates (is devoured by) darkness, but only then. By itself it's useless. So is matter, but in the opposite way, just cold sterile rocks and dust The whole matter-spirit thing is as simple as a granola box illustration of a seedling emerging from the earth, rooted in wet black soil and basking in the sun. If you got the combination, you got life. Otherwise you got speedy death or no germination/birth to start with. (This applies to us at least indirectly, since the whole animal kingdom is one big parasite, mooching off plants and even breathing their exhalations.) It's also as simple as the clichéd phrase 'keeping body and soul together'. Body + soul = living organism. (animal is from anima meaning soul, and so is animation). Matter + spirit = life. Molecules (what the earth's surface is made of) plus photons (what sunlight is made of) = life. Materialism and spirituality are equally (although oppositely) wrong-headed; either alone is dead. Favoring one over the other is plain dumb. I'm sure everyone is born knowing all this stuff, and and are reminded of it when studying photosynthesis in 6th grade, or learning in church about how God thought He'd better get Himself a a physical body complete with real blood and spit and hair and snot (and pain and love and pride and temptations) in order to get things sorted out down here and fulfill His own purposes. (You can believe that part of it or not — I can get along without the belief, but it's a concept worth pondering.) And maybe a few people besides me have noticed that the Christian Bible opens and closes with The Tree of Life, not the Tree of Matter or the Tree of Spirit, and that became the forbidden tree after Adam & Eve ate from a DIFFERENT tree and thereby lost their right to live freely in the wild like everyone else always has.
Damn at this rate I'll have my whole book finished in about a week. But it'll be scattered around ThinkDraw pages and I'll never remember which bit is tucked away where. Kinda like my attic studio.

But anyway, like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we're probably born knowing all this, and are even reminded of it by both science and religion (when their lessons are fairly simple and sensible anyway) but then a lot of us get pulled in by anti-life nonsense and start craving the acquisition of material stuff (or Money which is abstracted matter) for its own sake, or the acquisition of 'spirituality' (or union with God, the abstraction of spirit) for its own sake.

and so on and so forth.

I'm gonna post this before I start trying to edit it down to a reasonable size, which could take hours. Bye for now...

polenta

Chelydra; are you Van Howell?
Do you live in Limbo? ( in the capital????)

If I were not anonymous on Think Draw, I would never have submitted a single pic. I'm only a teacher, a housewife and a wife and mother!!!!!!

We can learn lots here. ...............Very democratic indeed!!!!

Dragon

chelydra, if you came to hang out with my group of friends you would definitly find your self in the midst of spirited (& friendly) conversation rather than silent thinking (we prefer the out loud thinking hehehe). Also I'd make sure you got at least 1 biscotti to go with your coffee.