Kandinsky and In the Darks #2

A totally dead silence . . . a silence with no possibilities , has the inner harmony of black. In music it is represented by one of those profound and final pauses, after which any continuation of the melody seems to dawn another world. Black is something burt out, like the ashes of the funeral pyre, something motionless like a corpse. The silence of black is the silence of death.

- Wassily Kandisky, Concerning the Spiritual in Art (trans. M.T.H. Sadler; Dover Publications, 1977 [1914]), 39.