Cyanic

"A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden." Terri Guillemets

One word is such a vague way of defining oneself, is it not? Still I'll admit it: I consider myself to be a 'cyanic", a person who gravitates largely in this life to the color blue. It can be any form of the color blue, but I particularly like a deep, rich velvet blue that resonates in your vision, seeming to make everything wash anew in rebirth. The word alone has a connotation of color as rich as life itself. We are allowed, after all, to define ourselves in a multitude of ways, so I'll stick with calling myself a cyanic and give due credit to the famous Bard, Shakespeare, for the possibility of doing just such a thing: "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet "

I am a hardcore, down-to-earth "cyanic", fulfilled by the deep blue violet that blooms or the vast blue skies that loom above us, constantly changing in the array of blues found in their depths. I have always gravitated to rich, vivid blues, surrounding myself with as much as possible; ceramics, crystals, pottery, walls, flowers, coverings, and art. For me, the color evokes a wide range of emotions of well-being and peace. Blue brings wonder and imagination, especially while listening to Debussy. You only need to hear the scattering of fairy like, magical music rippling across the air in Clair de Lune to see a vision of blue painted, tangible enough to reach out and touch. Then there's the cornflower blue found in Van Gogh's Starry Starry Night that brings forth a depth of feeling, taking the viewer into the recesses of Van Gogh's creativity and depression. The pale, delicate blue found in Bernini's dome housed in St. Peter's Basilica is amplified by an array of muted colors while the blue still vibrating regally to stand front and center in his architectural masterpiece.

The color blue takes me into extraordinary realms where I am most creative, comfortable, and peaceful. Going one step further, for me, cyan or blue is represented by the Archangel Michael, known for having a magnificent wingspan that reaches and fills the heavens. He is the head of all angels, a warrior of heaven, and our fiercest, constant protector.

Yes, I am defined each day by blue. It surrounds and calms me as I witness its beauty in dynamic vibrancy in; the skies, the butterflies, someone's eyes, the oceans, the flowers, the fish, the birds, and even food. It would be wondrous to fly about and over this enormous planet, emboldened by all nature that hums and beats with blue at its center. In the end, we are one with the universe - a mixture of blue truth and life - much more than we'll ever realize.

"Blue is the closest color to truth." Steven Tyler