I think white, along with black, do not technically count as colours.
White, pure white that it, usually stands out loudly in a picture or painting, and is used precisely to have that kind of stark effect.
This morning, walking on the beach, it was one of those days when the wind was whipping up the waves and the resulting foam was drifting through the air, and landing on the beach like snow. It reminded me of the time when we were newly moved in, and came our of the Vue Cinema on the prom to be greeted by what seemed like snow, but was this self same foam shower.
So the beach reminded me of Christmas, white Christmas. Funny how we think of a snow covered landscape as a Christmas scene. And that white, quiet scene is, I think, for everyone, a picture of peace and tranquility.
Why does an imposed featureless, colourless, blank landscape inspire such stillness?
I guess it’s the enforced purity. It shows that a cleaning of our world is possible. And that is a very Christmas message – Jesus comes to bring an innocence that wins over all.
Flashes of white in our art reminded us that God’s power is potent where welcomed. All White reminds us that All things will become Right.
No wonder, when Isiaiah got a real sniff of the fact that someone was to come, and he was shown the salvation that was to be, God described it to him in this way – that our sins, though as scarlet, would be as white as snow.
He brought it on, He brings it on, He will bring it on!