It could be said that the only display of the art of colors currently in use is the painting. A painting is a medley of colors placed in reciprocal relationships in order to represent an idea. (You will note that I have defined painting as the art of color. For brevitys sake, I will not concern myself with line, an element taken from another art.) A new and more rudimentary form of pictorial art can be created by placing masses of color harmoniously arranged in relationship to each other over a surface, so as to give pleasure to the eye without representing any image. This would correspond to what in music is known as harmony, and we can therefore call it chromatic harmony. These two forms of art, chromatic harmony and the painting, are spatial; music tells us of the existence of something essentially different, the mingling of chromatic tones presented to the eye successively, a motif of colors, a chromatic theme. I shall not, since it is not yet necessary, go on to speak of a fourth form of art, corresponding to musical drama, which would give rise to chromatic drama.
Consequently, two years ago, after the entire theory had been minutely established, we decided to make a serious attempt to create a music of colors. We immediately began to think of the instruments, which perhaps did not exist, and which we would have to have made to order, to enable us to realize these theories. We traveled untrodden roads, letting intuition guide us for the most part, but always proceeding concurrently, in order not to be led astray, with our study of the physics of light and sound, the works of Tyndall and of many others.
Naturally we applied and exploited the laws of parallelism between the arts
which had already been determined. For two months each studied on his own without
communicating his results This chromatic piano, when it was tried out, gave quite good results, so much
so that at first we were under the illusion that we had resolved the problem
definitively. We amused ourselves by finding all sorts of chromatic mixtures,
we composed a few color sonatinas We turned our thoughts to cinematography, and it seemed to us that this medium,
slightly modified, would give excellent results, since its light potency was
the strongest one could desire. The other problem concerning the need to have
hundreds of colors at our disposition was also resolved, since, by exploiting
the phenomenon of the persistence of an image on the retina, we would indeed
have been able to make many colors merge, in our eye, into a single hue. To
achieve this it was sufficient to pass all the component colors in front of
the lens in less than a tenth of a second. In this way with a simple cinematographic
instrument, with a machine of small dimensions, we would have obtained the innumerable
and extremely powerful effects of large musical orchestras, the true chromatic
symphony. This was the theory. In practice, the results, after we had acquired
the camera, procured many hundreds of meters of film, removed the gelatin and
applied the color were, as always, mixed. To achieve a harmonious, gradual and
uniform sequence of chromatic themes we had removed the rotating switch and
had managed to get rid of the shutter action, too; but this was exactly the
reason for the failure of the experiment, and meant that in place of the expected
marvelous harmony there exploded over the screen a cataclysm of incomprehensible
colors. It was only subsequently that we understood the reason. We replaced
all the parts we had removed, and decided to consider the film to be colored
as divided into bars, each one as long as the space between four perforations,
which corresponds at least in films of the Pathe gauge, to one complete rotation
of the switch. We prepared another length of film and tried again. The fusion
of the colors was perfect, and that was the important factor. As for the effect,
it was not all that good, but we had already realized that where this was concerned
we could not reasonably expect much, unless one had the ability, acquired only
by long experience, to mentally project on to the screen the development of
a motive as it is gradually applied with the brush on to the celluloid. This
ability implies the mental fusion of many colors into one single color, and
the dissection of a hue into all its components.
At this point, seeing that our experiences had got us positively on a solid
road, we felt it necessary to pause to effect every possible improvement on
the machine we were using. The projector remained unchanged. We merely replaced
the arc lamp we had used until then with another arc lamp three times as strong.
We made repeated experiments with the screen, using a simple white canvas, a
white canvas soaked in glycerin a tinfoil surface, a canvas covered with an
impasto that resulted, by reflection, in a sort of phosphorescence, an approximately
cubical cage of very fine gauze penetrable by the light rays, which gave a fluctuating
effect of clouds of white smoke. At last we returned to a white canvas stretched
over a wall. All furniture was removed and the entire room, walls, ceiling and
floor, painted white. During the rehearsals we wore white shrouding drapes (incidentally:
once chromatic music is established, be it our works or those of others, a fashion
will follow encouraging the well-dressed spectator to go to the theater of color
dressed in white. Tailors can get to work on it now). To date we have not been
able to achieve better results, and we have continued to work in our white room,
which, in any case, serves us quite adequately.
Before describing, since I cannot do otherwise, the most recent successful
color symphonies, I will attempt to give the reader some idea of this, though
it will be far from the effect of the encounter of colors extended in time.
I will place under the readers eyes a few sketches (here to hand) for
a film planned long since. This will precede public performances, accompanied
by suitable explanations. (It will consist of fifteen or so extremely simple
chromatic motives, each about a minute long and each divided from the next.
These will serve to communicate to the public the legitimacy of chromatic music,
to help it grasp its mechanisms and put it in the right frame of mind to enjoy
the color symphony which will follow, simple at first, then little by little
more complex.) To hand I have three chromatic themes sketched in on strips of
celluloid. The first is the simplest one could imagine. It has two colors only,
complementaries, red and green. To begin with the whole screen is green, then
in the center a small red six-pointed star appears. This rotates on itself,
the points vibrating like tentacles and enlarges, enlarges until it fills the
whole screen. The entire screen is red, and then unexpectedly a nervous rash
of green spots breaks out all over it. These grow until they absorb all the
red and the entire canvas is green. This lasts a minute. The second theme has
three colors And now it only remains for me to inform the reader of our most recent experiments.
These are two films, both of about two hundred meters. The first is entitled
The Rainbow. The colors of the rainbow constitute the dominant theme,
which appears occasionally in different forms and with ever-increasing intensity
until it finally explodes with dazzling violence. The screen is initially grey,
then in this grey background there gradually appears a very slight agitation
of radiant tremors which seem to rise out of the grey depths, like bubbles in
a spring, and when they reach the surface they explode and disappear. The entire
symphony is based on this effect of contrast between the cloudy grey of the
background and the rainbow, and the struggle between them. The struggle increases,
the spectrum, suffocated beneath the ever blacker vortices which roll from background
to foreground, manages to free itself, flashes, then disappears again to reappear
more intensely close to the frame. Finally, in an unexpected dusty disintegration,
the grey crumbles and the spectrum triumphs in a whirling of catherine-wheels
which disappear in their turn, buried under an avalanche of colors. The second
is called The Dance, the predominant colors being carmine, violet and yellow,
which are continually united, separated and hurled upwards in an agile pirouetting
of spinning tops.
I have done. There is no point in writing any more, since I could never succeed
in giving more than the vaguest idea of color. One can only imagine it for oneself.
All one can do is open the way and I think I have done this, a little. I would
like to add some comments about chromatic drama, with which we have made some
interesting experiments, but this would be going too far. Perhaps I will deal
with them in another article on the music of colors which I hope, together with
this, will prepare the public to judge serenely the sonatas they will soon see
in the theater.
Are there people in Italy who are seriously interested in these things? If
so, let them write to me and I will have great pleasure in communicating to
them all (and it is a great deal) that I have not been able to write and which
will smooth the path.