subdued.
True Colors
I’m not sure if it’s the drab wash of winter or an internal re-calibration but I’ve found myself staring at the canvas with muted shades on my brush.
Some would call it dull. Others would say somber. And some might be inclined to use the word, ugly.
I’ll let you decide for yourself.
Drafting off the dim, February sky I mix white and grey into dollops of bright color.
The paint becomes subdued and a bit grungy. Overcast and earthy. Blunting the impact of bright. Silencing the edge off intensity.
The juxtaposition of soft colors and rough marks seems to spark thoughtfulness. Space to reflect. Permission to imagine.
But, perhaps I’m reading too much into it. Swept up in the cerebral. Adrift in my own thoughts.
It’s just a painting after all. It’s just color. It’s just marks.
Or is it?
I believe we each have a unique color palette. Colors that tell our story. At times elusive. Sometimes changing. But always distinctively our own.
I’m finding space to express my true colors.
I hope you’ll do the same.
“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way — things I had no words for.”