color

February 11, 2013 By Brenda

I think it’s clear to anyone who knows me that I absolutely love color.

Just looking at a colorful stack of wool felt makes me smile.

I like to be able to look in any mirror in this house and see color mirrored back at me.

I spend hours on Pinterest drooling over the color combinations.

Spray paint, oh my! There are so many colors to choose from.

What would crafts be without all the colors to choose from to make them? Yarn and thread and paper and fabric. I could go on and on…

I think white spaces are very pretty and elegant. But for me, they are like coloring book pages waiting for my crayons to fill them.

I even have colorful decorative pins. So Pinterest isn’t the only place you’ll find me pinning!

Are you a color lover?

The Power Of Color

January 20, 2013 By Brenda

I am convinced that color is essential for our well being. At least it is for mine.

Especially for those who suffer from depression, which has been on the periphery of my life for as long as I can remember, color is therapy.

In fact, I think they should have color therapy for depressed patients. Maybe they do. I’d like to see what the brain indicates when objects of bright color is placed in front of them. If there is a slight rise in blood pressure. If something gone dim briefly lights up.

This I know because as a teenager, colors did not seem bright to me. They were muted, distant. But when I began medication and therapy, colors began to flash at me. See me, see me, the hues said. I was always here, but you just didn’t see me. Because something in the brain was keeping them at a distance.

Color, you might say, saved me.

And along with color comes textures. I love to feast my eyes on wood. Variations and striations that make up the whole. I hate to see every piece of wood colored with white paint. For we lose those little tell tale maps that move throughout the grain of wood. Which, in itself, is beautiful to me.

When I am worried about finances, things beyond my control, I must work with color. I have to get in there and touch it and rearrange it and feast my eyes on it. It is my connection to the world oft times.

I might lose my place and rise up like a balloon and bob in the wind. But what keeps me tethered to earth are the joyous colors I see in the sky and the birds and the trees.

I guess that’s why I cover my walls. Plates, knick-knacks, anything and everything. I smile when I look around and there is a plethora of color surrounding me. I don’t think I could live any other way.

It beckons you out of the darkness, that slippery hole that is so easy to fall into. And is ever so hard to get a foothold to crawl out of.