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I Love Color!

color pigmentI suppose most people do. Color is such a huge part of my selection process when picking anything out for purchase.

Last Friday I bought several short-sleeved shirts. Style and fabric mattered, but color was what first drew me to each shirt. I’ve often wished I could design the color patterns in my own clothes: create the fabric itself.

Most of our pigments are a gift to us from the Native Americans.

But color goes way beyond our clothes. Color contributes significantly but quietly to the emotional tone of the spaces in which we live and work. They shape the emotional context of the movies we watch and feel. And, of course, color is important in print and in marketing.

I came across this really fascinating video (below) about how color inks are manufactured. I love it! The producer also made excellent choices in the music chosen to convey the message of the video. The inks look delightfully edible!

I suspect that intense smells also imbue the making of intense colors.

2 thoughts on “I Love Color!”

  1. I have recently realized how much color contributes to my own emotional health. I painted my library a bright chartreuse because the previous maroon made me sad. I really need bright colors around me–and on me, meaning bright clothes and my current pink hair!

    1. This came through my headphones while exercising this morning and made me think of you!

      After seven days he was quite tired so God said
      “Let there be a day just for picnics with wine and bread”
      He gathered up some people he had made
      Created blankets and laid back in the shade

      The people sipped their wine
      And what with God there, they asked him questions
      Like, “Do you have to eat?” or “Get your hair cut in Heaven?”
      “And if your eye got poked out in this life
      Would it be waiting up in Heaven with your wife?”

      God shuffled his feet
      And glanced around at them
      The people cleared their throats
      And stared right back at him

      So he said, “Once there was a boy who woke up with blue hair
      To him it was a joy until he ran out into the warm air
      He thought of how his friend would come to see
      And would they laugh or had he got some strange disease?”

      God shuffled his feet
      And glanced around at them
      The people cleared their throats
      And stared right back at him

      People sat waiting out on their blankets in the garden
      But God said nothing so someone asked him
      “Beg your pardon, I’m not quite clear about what you just spoke
      Was that a parabole or a very subtile joke?”

      God shuffled his feet
      And glanced around at them
      The people cleared their throats
      And stared right back at him

      Crash Test Dummies – God Shuffled His Feet Lyrics
      I love the lead singer’s vocal quality–so gritty!

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