The Iridescent Quill Exists
The Iridescent Quill was the name of the blog site that was eventually dismantled and redirected partly here and partly to the Lynx Library site. But there was an actual Iridescent Quill and the idea stayed with me. It’s a peacock feather given to me by my friend Martin as sort of a housewarming gift for my studio. Actually, there is a vase full of them. I’ve had a similar display of peacock feathers in my childhood room. My Dad brought them from one of his many trips – I think from Russia. Martin had no idea about this, but he’s an artist and very intuitive … there are no accidents.
|Dancer Cristina Maldonaldo and actor Chip Persons|
I never actually wrote with the iridescent quills, but they became famous in their own right. Cristina Maldonaldo, a Mexican dancer and choreographer used them in a particular performance which represented … well, the inner me. But that’s a long story I already wrote here DoMA/HoME Theater Performance The image you see in the background of this blog was created specifically for that performance. See … it all connects.
Iridescence fascinates me. Even if you don’t understand color theory, you can relate to the magic of seeing rainbows in soap bubbles, pearls, butterfly wings or even oil spills. We know these colors are not there. They are not pigments, they are refractions of light as it hits the surface. It’s the ultimate deception.
What we see depends only on the angle from which we look at the iridescent object. We simply each see a different splash of colors and they are all equally not there. I find this to be one of the more important metaphors in life. We tend to forget that others see the same thing from a different angle and that to them, it truly is different. This very concept is the foundation of our freedom, mutual respect and personal and social development. We really need to go back to it, cherish the different colors, cherish changes, cherish even the fact we’re fortunate enough to see the rainbows.
Still, I’m picking up my iridescent quill…and looking into peacock eyes. They’re deceptive, they’re luring, there’s a hundred of them … or millions. They are mirrors.