Paint
I tried painting a year ago…… it struck a chord in me. Don't say what you want to say. Feel them. A mode of expression in quintessence.
The world is a canvas, I say, and we are all pixels.
The elegant strokes of the brush on the canvas…… you can, for a moment, forget who you are.
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Black. The color of death and finality. Ravens are black…… but pink on the center. Pink and red… life, youth passion, death…… Robins are red.
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Orange, Red, Blue, Green, Yellow and Violet. Orange and red go together. Both are colors of heat and passion. Violet fades into the background, always shadowed…… always.
Purple, really. The lightest shade of black.
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Purple…… pink, red…... all exist on the same spectrum, but never really bridged. Red, or even pink is not my color.
Not my color……..
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Purple never mixes with red, green, orange or even blue…… purple is unique it never mixes with anything…… the lightest shade of black, neither here nor there.
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There is a fine line between bright red and blood red…… between sunray yellow and mud yellow…..
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Blue and red clash. Always. Heat and cold. Passion and calm. Greens and blues go together. Both light, both carefree.
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Purple and yellow clash. Yes they do. Yellow paints over purple….. mixing with green, the perfect pair……
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Heat, passion, calm, carefree. No room for black. Even of the lightest shade.
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Weird… anyone get what I was saying here?