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 Masonwww.gailmason.co.ukCreditsWritten and performed by Michael LoaderMusic: created and performed by Martin Solomon and Holly JenkinsonPoetry: William BlakePhoto: Michael LoaderProduced: Pommy Harmar Linkswww.martinsolomon.comhttps://s....oundcloud.com/hollyj