The words colour are not always found for the black and white of many a life. Despite the renegade nature of the shades, the light allows itself an insight into the dark space, the gap of which is for enlightenment. If the black dazzles the white in its own way, the border shadow fades into eternity. Formed by the sequence of dots, given to life in an eventful way, the blob also colours itself expressively, revealing the play of longing. In the tone the green involves hope, the blue once mingled with the yellow, banished forever on the background darkness, leaving out what life's river wove around: the red in the white on black, only visible when the streak of death prematurely overtook the night.
The rainbow, however, always stands opposite the yellow ...
for Frank Surya, 12.05.1966 - 16.03.2013
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