IKB 79

w/o July 15th 2024

write something based off of another piece of writing, art, music, etc! maybe an ode to or a commentary on it– whatever feels right.

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The colour of a bright blue sky
on a cloudless summer morning
at around 10:02am
because any later would be too bright
and any earlier too dark
when it’s just about to get too hot to walk around in the sun
but not yet
it’s cool for now
it’s the perfect temperature
and there are barely any people around
because you took the narrow parallel street
that you’re too busy to take during the day
and too scared to take at night
and the buildings are all strange yet familiar
and when you turn the corner you see it:
a most vast expanse of translucent blue
the sound of gentle waves crashing against the breakwater
the light reflecting off the surface and into your eye
in the shape of twinkling daylight stars
and as you near the border between you and the crystalline void
you stop at its very edge
breathing in fresh, salty air
and you feel it rebuilding your soul from the ground up
your shoulders straightening
your mouth stretching into the shadow of a smile
and while counting your blessings
you finally look up
and that’s the colour you see.

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it's hard for me to put into words just how much IKB 79 affects me: paradoxically, it's a hard painting to describe - specifically why one could like it as much as I do. it may sound pretentious but there is no picture that could ever possibly do justice to just how alive its colour is; most people who like it will tell you as much. I hope I could share a bit of that wonder with you. thanks for reading!