我有一个朋友，能从叶子的败洞中窥得一张外星人的面庞。
我在调整这些植物的颜色，当我把它们的绿色变成蓝色，把整张照片暗色的部分渲染上一层玫红，当我把夸张的色彩饱和在它们身上，当我定睛一看——那些植物仍旧回到原来的样子。
Claudel has a phrase saying that a certain blue of the sea is so blue that only blood would be more red. The color is yet a variant in another dimension of variation, that of its relations with the surroundings: this red is what it is only by connecting up from its place with other reds about it, with which it forms a constellation, or with other colors it dominates or that dominate it, that it attracts or that attract it, that it repels or that repel it. In short, it is a certain node in the woof of the simultaneous and the successive.
Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Intertwining – The Chiasm,
The Visible and the Invisible
