Sunday, October 27, 2013

Connections

Every year new paint colors appear in catalogues. When my recent Daniel Smith artist materials winter catalog arrived, I immediately looked for new shades.

Color names intoxicate me—bohemian green earth conjures up a folk fest in the park. I recall a banjo player singing "Blowing in the Wind". Italian Venetian Red takes me to Venice—the square and pigeons. Opera Pink reminds me of Rome and the outdoor performance of Aida. Lunar blue and I'm staring into Crater Lake in wonderment. How is it so clear?

Iridescent Moonstone and I recall always wanting to read Willie Collin's Moonstone.

Names have a peculiar way of releasing memories—even the names of colors act as entranceways to memory.

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