Stan Brakhage Quotes

There is no criterion by which to recognize what is a color, except that it is one of our colors.

Some of us come on earth seeing – some of us come on earth seeing color.

Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another.

The light is there, and colors surround us. However, if there were no light nor colors in our own eye, we wouldn't perceive such things outside of us.

But surely, speaking carefully, we do not sense 'red' and 'blue' any more than 'resemblance' (or 'qualities' any more than 'relations'): we sense something of which we might say, if we wished to talk about it, that 'this is red.'

Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there.

We never really perceive what color is physically!

Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.

Drawing is of the Spirit and color of the Senses.

Color is sensitivity in material form, substance in its purest form.

I see all of them. All the colors.

Do you see those colors? Take them!

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

Although they might not admit it, I think girls are very aware of the impact that they're having. But they never feel it themselves, and it's impossible to explain. It's like trying to tell a blind person what yellow is.

You think you're looking at things all the time, but you're not looking at things, you're looking at what your brain is interpreting through light and color. And who knows what everybody else sees?

We think we receive all that we perceive, but in fact, we actually give the sky its colour.

When through the power of sight we see white, that which comes about in the soul through the act of seeing is a modification. And on the basis of this modification, we are able to say that the white which is affecting us exists.

What the human eye sees is an illusion of what is real. The black and white image transforms illusions into another reality.

How do we see physically? No differently that we do in our consciousness - by means of the productive power of imagination. Consciousness is the eye and ear, the sense for inner and outer meaning.

The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.

Color must be thought, imagined, dreamed.

The painter has to unlearn the habit of thinking that things seem to have the color which common sense says they 'really' have, and to learn the habit of seeing things as they appear.

...they told me of color, that it was an illusion of the eye, an event in the perceiver's mind, not in the object; they told me that color had no reality; indeed, they told me that color did not inhere in a physical body any more than pain was in a needle. And then they imprisoned me in darkness; and though there was no color there, I still was black, and they still were white; and for that, they bound and gagged me.

The sky is no longer out there, but it is right on the edge of the space you are in. The sense of colour is generated inside you. If you then go outside you will see a different coloured sky. You colour the sky.

I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.