I hate that as we grow older our colors begin to fade away It’s as if reality begins to shade us. Darken us. Fade us out. Our lives get devoured by disappointment, disillusionment and the dreariness of responsibility. What once was so vibrant and clear becomes faded and hazy. It's like our lives don’t "pop" like they use to. The contrast diminishes. The saturation lost. Our amazement and awe of the world becomes fear and duty. The living side becomes more like the dying side. And it seems like with every new phase of our lives our color schemes seem to dissipate. The relationships between the colors can become almost ghostly. What once was an innocent, sweet, colorful palette can easily have become a mundane, muted and monotone one.
I need salvation everyday from this dreaded colorless curse. As an artist, I've realized that color is everything—for me literally and figuratively. What if as an artist, I began to lose the ability to differentiate or even see the colors of the spectrum? I would become blind to my trade, and my purpose lost. Our personal visions can become fuzzy grey. Grey is not a bad color, but it's not the most wonderful color to experience all the time. All colors have their place in this world and in our lives, but when everything turns blue, or black & white, then we’ve forgotten something. We’ve lost the whole palette which is what makes us colorful.
My challenge to all: Check your palette. Is life even fun anymore? Is it colorful? Does each color create a relationship with another so that you're left with a beautiful picture?
This picture grabbed my attention this morning. Stephanie is one of my favorite Etsy artists: Her color schemes are magical. Her pieces are simple precise and a bit whimsy. Check her out here:
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