On Color

Most of my life I hid from color. I lived on the grayscale, punctuated with black. Dark color, dim light. Not to be seen. Never to stand out in a crowd.

Something changed a few years ago. I started working in small accents of vivid colors here and there. A book, a pillow, a decoration. Then, clothing and linens.

Now I’m awash in colors. Vivid or pastel, dark or bright. I surround myself in them, wear them, notice them everywhere. Colors to be noticed, to stand out. I think I just want to be seen.