Oil and Water

I like water. It tastes good. It moves. It freezes. It boils. Water is everywhere and is clear blue where I’m from. There is also green in large waves if the sun hits it just right. When a painter tries to capture a wave smashing into a rocky shoreline they can’t use just blue or navy blue or turquoise or baby blue or teal or other shades of blue oil paints. Nope, the painter has to also use white and yellow to make that wave look green. Depending on what time of day the painter may also have to use pink and orange paints early on. To get a sunrise right they could use shades of red like scarlet or crimson or sangria with more white to blend a perfect sky. But dusk is the trickiest time of day for a painter when they start to see blue blend into green within a white capped wave, faint yellow turns into faint pink, the caps are not so white anymore, and the waves lose their blue-green mystery. Reds have burned into nothing. Blue becomes black. White caps reflect the moon. And the painter reflects upon twilight what was clear just moments ago.