Color Theory

White is a sterile field in which my brain is stunned into cold suspension. In white it shivers and tries to remember what it was like when the sun shone in golden sheaves of light. It struggles to make something out of nothing like a drugged magician. White is empty depression in which all impulses to create and percolate thought is suppressed.

White is a noise like an insidious ringing in the ears blocking out the other more joyful noises in life. Sometimes I see the beauty of white like when it blinds you on a Mediterranean hillside reflecting the overbearing Greek sun. But there it is mixed with saturated blue doorways and windows. There it is doing battle with a hotter light.

I need color. I've missed it too. I've never had orange like this. In our first house we painted one of the walls in the kitchen a melon color. I miss being surrounded by colorful walls. I find it soothing and restful while at the very same time energizing and alive. The first coat is completely done and now I'm working on the second coat of paint (it needs it). When I walked in that studio this morning I wasn't walking into a 1970's brown nightmare, I walked into a glowing room with sunlight splashing the bright walls. I can't wait to get the flooring in and move into the room. It's wonderful!



*I realize that not everyone is going to appreciate an orange room as I do. I realize that orange can actually make some people kind of angry. Also, this picture makes the orange look truly bright orange when in reality it's a little softer than it appears here. But it really is orange. Think of orange Julius' in the summertime, that will take your mind off the fact that I just painted my creative lair ORANGE.