Green is the color of rebirth. I find a deep love for the hues of green, the way they call to mind the grass of the Mark in the summertime. For green is a breath of freshness in a painting just the same as one plucks fruit from a tree, or holds flowers in a pot in their home. Green, to be worn, brings to mind one who is gentle without being weak. It is a color that should be painted with intent and purpose.
Green is overlooked by many because of its commonplace quality; there is green in one’s eyes, or in the fields outside, or stained on the tailor’s hands from the dye in their fabrics. Yet, green is in so much more and yet so little; everywhere at once and not enough to be found, causing eyes to search for it when it is lacking.
Green is the color of sickness and health, of death and rebirth; green from which simbelmynë blooms on the tombs of forefathers. The birth of a flower at the death of a man - can one ask for more betwixt this life and the next?
art by Sophie Gengembre Anderson | art by Francis Bernard Dicksee | art by Joseph Dorffmeister
