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272 pages, Paperback
First published May 29, 2008
It’s a paradox. Things that look colorless to you are my artist’s palette. Rain is the only thing apart from my sense of touch that gives me any sense of three dimensions. Water falling from the sky defines shape, size, and quality by the sounds it makes when it lands.
Water colorless? Not for me.
‘If you look east one of the brightest starts you’ll see is Arcterus. It has a yellow orange glow… they’d sound like… flutes. No piccolos. Shrill. Arcturus looks warmer. A cello maybe… on second thoughts make that a viola’.