… white, although often considered as no colour (a theory largely
due to the Impressionists, who saw no white in nature), is a
symbol of a world from which all colours as a definite attribute has
disappeared. This world is too far above us for its harmony to
touch our souls. A great silence, like an impenetrable wall, shrouds
its life from our understanding. White, therefore, has its harmony
of silence, which works upon us negatively, like many pauses in
music that break temporarily the melody. It is not a dead silence,
but one pregnant with possibilities. White has the appeal of the
nothingness that is before birth, of the world in the ice age
(Kandinsky).
