The River Styx. A river whose blue is as dark as black… The tumultuous stygian blue currents claw at the underbelly of Phlegyas’ vessel. Writhing with distorted faces of the sullen, its inky blackness belongs only in nightmares. A blue that has no place in the natural world.
Imagining a colour that isn’t in reality is a hard task. There are more colours out there. Way more colours than the human eye can perceive. It is possible however to see colours that aren’t in reality. Impossible colours… Forbidden colours. Colours that belong in the shadows of the underworld. Or exist only as a product of the imagination.
- unreal; imaginary; visionary: a chimerical terrestrial paradise.
- wildly fanciful; highly unrealistic: a chimerical plan.
Chimerical colours don’t appear within the colour space of human vision. As the name suggests they are a construct of the mind. They can be created by inducing a natural process of the eye called colour fatigue. If you stare at a colour for a long time your eye will temporarily displace the colourspace by the opposing colour. So if you stare at yellow, then black, for a short time you will perceive that black to contain blue. The colour you are seeing is out of the range of visible colours. It is a pitch black blue; thus it is deemed an impossible colour. Below are a number of examples of chimerical colours to feast your eyes upon. Continue to stare (without shifting your eyes) at one of the many crosses as the image changes. When the image changes, the impossible colours should be revealed. Some people will see the colours more easily than others but if you persist, you may get a glimpse of the river to Hell.
- having the nature of hyperbole; exaggerated.
- using hyperbole; exaggerating.
- radiating or reflecting light; shining; bright.
- lighted up or illuminated; well-lighted: the luminous ballroom.
- of or pertaining to the river Styx or to Hades.
- dark or gloomy.
- infernal; hellish.
Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;
in the glory of his shining our hearts poured
a bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;
sullen we lie forever in this ditch.’
This litany they gargle in their throats
as if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
I’m thinking of using impossible colours for one specific section of Vessel. I like the idea of producing an explosion of colours which includes those beyond the visible spectrum. This kind of sums up the moment of falling in love for me.