Auckland Art Gallery is one of my favourite places. I love it’s quiet halls, the comings-and-goings of strangers, the shifting spaces and worlds. I went there last sunday, and came across this colour projection, which is a continuation of last year’s Light Show. As you walk in front of the colours, they shift and change. One second you’re pink, then you are blue.
Murakami’s Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimmage gives us a protagonist, Tsukuru, who is colourless. In high school, he had four friends who’s names were a colour: two males, Aka (red) and Ao (blue), and two females, Shiro (white) and Kuro (black). His lack of colour leaves him feeling lost and without a sense of self. Although he is unable to see this, what he thinks is an absence, a void, allows him to be receptive to others, to see in them things that others do not. He can love and feel in a way that they can’t.
In the novel, Tsukuru tells us “every person has their own color”. They do, well at least I think so. But that doesn’t mean transparancy or blankness isn’t one, it’s just a different kind – it’s the middle, where the three circles of colour meet to create a triangle of perfect space. Tsukuru means ‘to make, or create’, calling him to fill this blank space.
As for me, my favourite is navy, but if I was a colour, I would be a purpley-pink.