Kenya Hara White Quotes

Because nonbeing longs for being, on occasion it creates a stronger sense of being than being itself.

Colors do not exist separately and independently within nature; they are constantly shifting in response to subtle gradations of light. It is language that, magnificently, gives them clear shape.

White can be attained by blending all the colors of the spectrum together, or through the substraction of ink and all other pigments. In short, it is "all colors" and "no color" at the same time.

White exists on the periphery of life. Bleached bones connect us to death, but the white of milk and eggs, for example, speaks to us of life.

The blackness of typescript doesn't mean that the letters are actually black; they merely appear black in contrast to a white sheet of paper.

We must find a balance between "reddish whites," "bluish whites" and "yellowish whites," and decide on the proper length and thickness of the fiber. Then each part of the book can play its proper role: the front cover conveys a powerful silence; the inside cover the purity of first openings; the title page the texture of new beginnings; while the body of the text sets the words and pictures against a clear background, or whispers "touch me!" to the reader's fingertips

When we try to imagine color, it may be necessary to erase from our minds all pre-established categories and return to a blank state. The box of twelve crayons we are given to draw with when we are small children shapes our perception for better or for worse - it is from them that we garner concepts like "the color of water," "flesh color," and so on. But what if such parameters did not exist, and the words we had to describe color were far fewer? Would we see color the same way we do in today's world?

The names of colors function like a thread attached to a frightfully slender needle, capable of stitching together our most delicate emotions. When the needle hits its target, we feel either pleasure or empathy. It can also strike us as very painful, since it makes us aware that this delicacy is disappearing from our modern living environment.

White is a particularly unusual color because it can also be seen as the absence of color.

Most eggs are white, regardless of the color of the birds that lay them. Real life dwells within this white. The shell of the egg is like the membrane that forms the boundary between this world and the next, and when it breaks, what emerges is no longer white but imbued with the color of the animal. Is this not the moment when newborn life starts walking towards chaos?