I've always used color sparsely, in my work, in my fashion sense and even in everyday life. I am comfortable with a neutral color palette, which I will extend only in a monochromatic way. Black, white, and everything in between, or else, creams, taupes, tans, nudes, bare - those are my automatic choice. To me, color draws attention, and I suppose only if I'm in the mood to draw attention, will I use color. A red lip. A pink bag. A blue belt. Whatever I do, and only if I have to, I include just a hint of hue.
I don't remember when I started being afraid of color. My childhood bedroom is filled with so many pinks. So, maybe somewhere on the road to growing up, I started shedding color away. My rationale for choosing the palette I always go for, whether I'm picking furniture or polish for my nails, is that it goes well with most things. If I use neutrals, they go with everything.
So, taking the Color Workshop class is going to be a leap. To be honest, my first reaction to the first meeting, was fear. The content of the course is just so...intuitive, and I suppose I've always approached things academically. So, as I was assembling the colors in terms of their codes, I felt myself exhaling first, but then catching my breath next. I'm going to have to let go. I mean, painting... the last time I painted was when I was in high school. It was a frustration. After I got a massive asthmatic attack from the fumes, I never held a brush since then. Even when non-toxic fumes were invented. I never went back.
I know I need color. It might suit me to wear rose-colored glasses from which to see my world today. I want to be able to combine colors fearlessly, to master what the colors do to the body physically, emotionally and psychologically, to be able to tell what a design sketch needs in terms of color, to go back to using color manually - in paintings, sketches, drawings - and to maybe one day switch my taupe colored nails to firetruck red, and don't give a damn what any one else says.
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