Rss Feed

Back to Colors

When you grow up in the tropics you are naturally drawn to bright, lush things.  That was me in Hong Kong, when my skin was never a lesser shade than milk chocolate brown.  Neutral colors didn’t exist in my closet.

Years in the United States changed that.  Somehow strong colors became glaring and an annoyance (to others).  I learned black was a sign of sophistication and subdued colors and patterns worked with everything.  When I finally rebelled and painted my house in Danville bright yellow with purple trims and a blood red door, it became the talk of the neighborhood.  They didn’t appreciate my eccentric house standing apart from their sleepy beige and pale abodes.

I’m definitely reaching back to my roots—the golden sun, the emerald sea, the white sand, the firecracker flowering trees and the morning glories.  The patterns on fabrics that reflect the multitudinousness of life, the ease of not being bound by tight jeans, and the feminine self that rejoices in sequins and lace and fringes.  Color is celebration.

Share

Invitation To Draw

How do I begin?  Pick one color, then another, and another.  My new friend Lori gave the instructions.  Sitting next to me, another lady handed over a large tray of pastel.  Paper, no?  Here’s a textured one.  Go ahead, use it.

The tapered tips of muted and vibrant colors reminded me of lipsticks.  I picked out a crimson peach and drew a line.  That’s it.  Now you can dip the brush into this cup of water and smear the line so it’ll look like watercolor.

I drew a spiral.  Then another, and another.  It was what came to my mind.  When I was tired of the spirals I made a checkerboard and filled the squares using the entire palette.  I like colors.  Long ago I had decided life was more than black, white and beige.

We drank tea and ate pie.   Before they left the ladies held up their pieces for all to see.  There were some amazing collages.  By pasting images cut out from magazines, they dissected the artists’ original intentions and made them their own.  I held mine up, the first since childhood.  The ladies nodded with approval like proud parents.

Share