Colors move, always, as light moves always. Pallets of everything are infinitely variable, even if to our eyes colors can seem firm and even concrete in their singularities. A block of blue on a white canvas, for example, or even Klein Monochrome blue, is never that same blue even if it might look like it. Dim the lights, or raise and filter them, as nature does all the time, and that blue is different. And that light is not just affecting the intended color, it is bouncing off of and through all of the little micro particles in the air, trillions of them, and those are always moving and never the same way, altogether, twice. If light is what affects what we see, and its interactions with reality are never the same twice, then a person is looking at something different every time they look at anything.
We, of course, can’t see all the little things that go on in the air before our eyes, or all of the physical energies that flitter through it. Colors, in their infinitely variable existence, therefore group together to form colonial organisms, so to speak, that we call red, green, and so on. Families have orders, orders phyla and on t species, so we can have different relationships with colors and color forms in nature and space. For example, we can look at a river and see blue immediately, even if further focus reveals a myriad of other colors. But then that yields to blue greens, and cool whites, and subtle browns, and each of those vibrating down into their own macrocosm a prism of subtle dancing color energy. Clouds are white, to our consciousness, but then so much more, just like consciousness…