“Color and light. There’s only color and light.
Yellow and white. Just blue and yellow and white.”
Color and Light – Sunday in the Park with George (Original Broadway Cast Soundtrack)
It does ring as a true sentiment, and it’s often quoted or cited by artists of all disciplines that it’s the object they’re really chasing; light. Colorado tends to have an abundant amount of light, so maybe that’s what we see in other people’s work, and that’s why that work appeals to us; light. My buddy James, who has seen a lot of this light up close, will quip, “most people taking people pictures have real advantage, they happen to be in beautiful places to start!” He’s climbed all of Colorado’s 14’ers, the vast majority of them twice. And he has the pictures to prove it.
I know I’m not the only person to be drawn to Colorado because of the mountains, and the extraordinary beauty they command. Scuttled away on labyrinthian networks of trails, standing raw in the face of a gail on a windswept ridge, or staring deeper into an abyss then I ever thought possible, this is what Colorado has meant to me.
But, there is a subtler side to Colorado. There are places where color exists in the most unlikely forms. The cityscapes, and the grasslands, have unique textures and their own vibrancy. What they might lack in grandeur, they make up with intimacy. One of these intimate and unique places is called the Paint Mines. The Paint Mines are formed by clay deposits and colored my a variety of miners along decomposed and fossilized sequoia trees. These deposits have been eroded, dug into, and exposed, forming caverns and hoodoos, and rocky blobs of all description. And, there’s the light…
I moved to Colorado in January, 1988 because of the encouragement of my older brother,?Steve. We’d spent Christmas and New Years together, and I’d been relying on him more and more as a “big brother,” and friend, than I had at any point in my life. The five years difference in age was becoming a smaller and smaller gap the older we both got, and our connection now felt genuine and real. For New Years he took me to “The Princess Bride,” and we laughed uncontrollably through it.
As we finished loading ourselves into the car for our trek across the Great Plains, Steve remembered a tape he wanted to share. Quickly he popped it into the cassette player; Sunday in the Park with George – Soundtrack with the Original Broadway Cast. I little bit of my world changed that moment; I now had a much better understanding of “light.”