When Colours Fade

Welcome to the latest episode of Sleeping with the Moon a rich mix of sound and words, exploration and worlds. Watching the light draining from the November forest of last year drew me into the question of when do I cease differentiating colour and ultimately seeing colour, so I thought having an artist as the protagonist would be appropriate. Researching the life and work of poet and artist William Blake has inspired a further deepening of experience. … “And you feel warmed in the swell of orange gleaming light; lifted by the blue dome of cloud-streaked sky painted by the wings of angels. And you feel wrapped in the burnished bronze of autumnal hues; bewitched by the transfiguring flames of sunset. And you feel spellbound by the reflection of Heaven in the depths of a pool; enticed by the smouldering scent of drifting smoke” ... Dedicated to an artist I know very well, Gail Mason www.gailmason.co.uk Credits Written and performed by Michael Loader Music: created and performed by Martin Solomon and Holly Jenkinson Poetry: William Blake Photo: Michael Loader Produced: Pommy Harmar Links www.martinsolomon.com https://soundcloud.com/hollyjenkinson www.naturalbristol.wordpress.com