Today I met the most amazing man. He is an older gentleman from Greece and he writes (draws) icons for Orthodox churches. He was sweet and funny but what I found fascinating was his ability to see color. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am a bit obsessed with color. I love the undertones, the way they change from wall to wall, from day to night. I love colors that look blue and gray and green all at once, to where you almost don’t know what color you’re looking at. I would get a Ph.D. in color if there was such a thing! This is very different than my husband, who when asked which paint swatch he likes best, responds with a shrug and says that they all look the same (bless his heart, as they say in the South). But I digress…back to the iconographer. What amazed me about this man is that he not only can read color, he knows how to MAKE it! He can look at a color and know how much black and white and red and yellow and blue would be required to CREATE any color! He knows what to add if it’s too dark or how much to add if it’s too light and what colors enhance the richness of others. This might be silly but it honestly mesmerized me. I’ve been thinking about it all day. What talent and skill!
And so I have come to this thought tonight…what if we could look at people the way that this artist looks at color? What if we could have insight into the creation of their personhood, how they became who they are…their ups and downs, sorrows and joys, the moments that have either broken or resurrected them, what they currently long for? What if we could discern exactly what “color” to add to enhance other’s lives and beautify their existence? How much more patient and compassionate would we all become? What if we could learn to look at OURSELVES this way?! What if today, instead of seeing my irritability and the dishes and the messes and everything that feels like a failure, what if I could look at myself like a color, complex with constantly changing undertones, drastically different in the morning light, but beautiful nonetheless.
But alas, my eye is not quite as developed as this skilled artisan. I still see only in tones and shadows. I do not look deep enough or close enough. The late author Jonathan Swift writes that, “Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.” Oh, that I might have the eyes to see that which remains hidden in every person, and the knowledge of what to add so that fullness of color might be achieved. Perhaps over the course of my life, I will hone my skill and attain proficiency. In the meantime, I will remain restlessly content to aspire to those who have inspired.