There is something so magical about a splash of colour. When others see our world in black and white I see strokes of colour, bursting through my peripheral vision like a hunter targeting its prey. In colour there is hope and in hope is peace and harmony. Love is the colour that makes your heart beat, sadness dwells in deep blue swamps and greens rest by the sea, palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze. Colour is my carpe diem, my life essence, my one true love and in colour there is always meaning. I entered a black and white world, my newborn eyes colorblind but as the first waves of colour infiltrated my vision I was transformed. I was a young girl of colour and as I entered my teen years and discovered fashion at its finest the richness of the colour wheel exploded before my very eyes. I went through phases; it began with cobalt blue, mint green before transforming into my colours of today-pastel pink, baby blue and burgundy. Pink was the colour of bubblegum but it manifested as a colour of my ‘dreams’, a fantastical reality made up of sugary pink unicorns, candyfloss and summer. Blue was serenity, it washed over me with resounding clarity and gave me strength in times of darkness. But burgundy was not serene or fantastical, it was rich, oozing warmth, a colour I would associate with a fireplace. It represented my favourite season Autumn, a half-way season but no less important.
In short colour is my opium; I get high on colour, I need colour to breathe, to use all my senses and survive. Without colour we would be devoid, emotionless beings, unresponsive to sound, light, to taste. Without colour we would be desensitized to being ‘who we are’, we are not human without colour in our lives. I see colour in emotion, but I see colour in the inanimate too; colour is all around us, the trees we see are green but what colour is at their core? Blue for strength, brown for wisdom, red for courage. We are constantly undergoing a cycle of colour change and in this never ending cycle is a colour revolution. Remember Pantone’s colours of the years, rose quartz and Serenity dancing in perfect harmony, the world stood still in amazement. There will always be a colour that is dominant but pastels were always so soft and feminine, how could they embody strength? Very easily, in fact colour is open to mixed interpretation and no two colours hold the same meaning. Oh green you say? Just green? No that is khaki, kale, forest green, the embodiment of nature, a popular autumn colour, a colour overlooked until now.
A psychologist once said that ‘color preferences are deeply rooted emotional responses that seem to lack any rational basis, yet the powerful influence of color rules our choices in everything’. Colour is what defines our personalities, colour is in the food we eat, the clothing we buy but most of all in our minds. I am drawn to pinks because they alleviate anger and as a Libra I hate confrontation, I am drawn to blues because it is secure and in security there is peace and I use burgundy as my shield against war because it shows strength of character and as a pacifist I make love not war. It seems strange that something as abstract as ‘colour’ should have such huge resonance in how we live our lives but its true. We live our lives through the eyes of a colour revolution and in many nations colour is rebellion. When oppressed we turn to colour to make a stand, why do you think that red is so heavily associated with passion, rebellion and love? Hearts aren’t even red, they are brown but because blood which is synonymous with ‘love’ is red immediately our interpretations of the colour red is usually connected to love.
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