Color, or, unintended interpretation

• Shai Maestro Trio 'Paradox', live at Jazzahead, Bremen GERMANY

Listening to a live performance of a song I really like, I was strongly captured by the way it made be feel when I used to listen to it. This is such a different experience from listening to music superficially, such as when a song doesn't strike you, or you're not into it.

I strongly felt that this way I was experiencing the song could not possibly be the "real" one, surely it was this extra layer of associations I could relate to it that gave it this special quality. So really, it would be closer to the truth to say this it awoke something in me, than that I love the true character the song.

The consequence of this insight is that no piece of art is ever valuable on itself, but only for its potential to awake associations and feelings in people, which themselves are derived from their vastly larger pool of their experiences in life than the work of art itself.

Stronger yet, although a work might objectively be exceptional at doing this, it would be more of a stretch to say that it "contains" a color, than to say that it excels at achieving color.

The colors of works of art are merely a particular combination of experiences of life, brought out to the front of one's imagination or emotionality due to some triggering quality it contains, no more.