I want to drink every blue today from sunrise to sunset, learn every shade and shadow. I look back to the white domed houses, watch the sun light them, watch the blue behind them. Almost too much to bear. And, there, behind the crag, much of the hidden spectrum of the shadowlands. As you taught me once so many years ago.
Most people only see the color where it's light.
But in the shadows, yes, in the shadows shines the subtler rainbow. Your paintings continue your lessons, the lessons that began in your solarium. Einstein, classical music, psychology, Plato, Ruskin, Russell, and Russia. And so you spent the year teaching yourself Greek, learning the history, the geography. You looked at paintings and photographs, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer blue of this reality's sky and sea.