Octarine
Octarine – the eighth colour of the spectrum, visible only to wizards and pigeons by day, and to artists in their sleep.
Carpe Diem
Somewhere, an orchestra plays, and somewhere, the rain sounds its staccato. Raindrops mingle with petals, a small stream carries both into the sea. Waves are licking the shore, white foam mixes with ochre and ultramarine. A seagull’s sharp shadow flies across the water, splitting the scene in the middle. An idea flashes and a smile graces the face.
All in all, everything is reduced to movement, light, colour, and flow. A day, a moment full of magic and the echo of octarine. So short, so long – until you turn around, Earth.