 |
 |
| Setting the palette of war
Shooting and killing during wartime has a lot to do with colours; the faces smudged with black and green, shit colours between the bushes, place where you can find shiny needles, green and brown bottles, the colours of vomit, black of gangrene, the strange colours of the dead, in different stages of decomposition, and last but not least the brown and red of organs and fresh blood gushing out of wounds, wax bones, intestines exposed. So when, werever, a new war starts we already know this: it is really going to be very colourful. Colours are waiting for those who return in a box. Colours are waiting for those returning with a fake smile. The pills they have to use are in so many great colours. The blankets they sleep under in a park, doorway are made of different shades of blue, green, piss. We love colourful. Their colourful lives. Their colourful deaths. We love colours. Be bold. Be bold. 27.May.2007 |