Thursday, 10th June 2004
7.45 pm: I'm sitting with a mug of coffee at the patio table, painting a subtle sky - all plums and parchments. A rainbow materialises, slashed across my chosen square of sky. It's at once the purest blaze of colour yet teasingly enigmatic; dematerialsing then beaming back a few minutes later, like the smile of a Cheshire cat.
First I'm painting in stripes, then I'm blotting them out again; my mixed up attempts to include this now-you-see-it-now-you-don't phantom end in it appearing more like a three-lane highway to heaven than an optical phenomenom.
I've made it look like something that would show up on radar
and be declared a hazard to aviation.
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org