"Up rose the merry sphinx,
And crouched no more in stone;
She melted into purple cloud,
She silvered in the moon;
She spired into yellow flame;
She flowered in blossoms red."
--William Shakespeare
The poetic twist of words brings to my mind the effect of color and the strength within it. The power of color to effect moods and bring about thought. The culture of color makes me wonder! However, How monochromatic does it get before we are captured by our boredom. The very boredom that arises from artists and architects engulfed by the words... " Hey, i'de like mine to look exactly like the one over the fence."
And the architecture of the tropics always responds, "Please sir, can i have some more color."
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