
What struck me most when learning more about Morrisseau was that he professed quite matter of factly that he has often dreamed in technicolour. Looking at his painting it is hard not to believe this . Like a Shaman gifted with true sight, he saw magnificent colour in his dreams that revealed new possibilities. All of this despite having endured the degradation of the Catholic residential school system as a young boy, and battling other demons throughout this life.
To me this is a wonderful metaphor for the type of vision we need more of in this century; the ability to see endless shades of vibrant colour and bold new textures despite of, and perhaps in defiance of the pain and suffering that accompanies this life. Too many of us retreat into the safety of a black and white landscape as the world around us becomes increasing more confusing and troubling.
To be gifted with technicolour dreams in this context is a true blessing. This gift may not be bestowed upon all of us, though sometimes when we squint and look closely at the beauty around us wild colours will momentarily drip onto our own canvass.

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