Diana Athill

Purple Prose

Indigo: In Search of the Colour That Seduced the World

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Indigo mimics and holds all that is in my eye: blackness and light, birth and death, the passages between them. Indigo is not really a colour, it is not a cloth I realized. It is only the tangible intangible. The attempt to capture beauty, to hold the elusive, the fine layer of skin between the two. Death is a praising of life; death teaches us how to live. Colour, cloth is simply the praise song. And so I embraced blackness as my route to blue.

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