Toasted is my favorite flavor: Milliard reaction, the slightest browning of sugar and protein, a nutty scent that is more pungent then the underlying sweet and delicately earthy flavor, an aromatic taste.
Iridescence is my favor color: A prism reflection, the rainbow that you see in a soap bubble, the colorful glitter that is so surprising coming from translucent, basically clear material.
Subtly, although this has never been my passion, is becoming more appealing.
Everyone is dressed so seriously in their dark navy pants, black jackets, brown boots, gray hoodies, houndstooth hats, herringbone trousers, mahogany leather purses, chestnut gloves, maroon socks. The rush hour traffic is dressed subdued, ready for a funeral procession, solemn as a depressed preacher, lonely as a poet, dismal as a rainy autumn day. I feel adequately prepared for the day in my purple pants, bright legs ready for the dance of another day, ready to jig for another hustle . In this parade of sad clowns, I am the outlier.
Or is it a diamond centerpiece?
Radiating rainbow flames
That twinkle unicorn colors.
A small burst of surprising color
To dash out the dark carbon smudge
In your hidden heart.
I love writing in the twilight. It’s more than inspiring, I find it calming. The hot sun has subsided for the day, the moon is still missing. When the guardians of the sky are not looking, possibilities pop up and over. The extremes are forgotten. There is no black or white, or even gray, those do not exist here. It’s basically a rainbow moment, a snap in time when magic is material. It is an enchanted part of the day that I love to spend in my enchanted garden.
Twilight is both abstract and concrete, a concept and a visual. It is a feeling, a perception, an event, and a color. This confusion of perception and the physical is an inspiring place and time. A tranquil transition that produces an event with a certain calm, a subtle change in the color scheme in the kaleidoscope of our vision, creating a feeling of openness and vulnerability. Without the extremes of the day light and the dark night, perceptions change and awareness wanders.
Twilight can be described as an elusive mood, not settled on one particular identity. Here, in this refracting confusion, I find certainty and rediscover what it means to wonder.
I love color.
Particularly natural color, as created by mother nature. I love naturally neon colors, such as the gifted brightness found in ripe produce, in fields cascading wild flowers, in the spectacle of dawn and dusk, in the rainbow prism of the ocean’s sparkle, in the spell of moonbeam’s night.
I love how color can augment the day. How color interacts with other colors to create a mood. How color demonstrates feelings even if unconsciously. I love the colors found in the daily life. Colors harmonizing to express feelings, impressions, moods, dynamics.
Recently I have been asking people their favorite color as a means to get to know a person. I think it is very interesting as a means of data collection and as a descriptive of their personality.
Ok so since you asked, I will go first. And of course I do not have a favorite color, I have three.
Teal is first. I love teal. Teal is the perfect blend of blue and green. Teal is a very excited blue. It is such an electric blue that it has chameleoned to a new spectrum in the color wheel, neoned into the kingdom of grass/greendom. Teal is a watery green. Teal takes the hyper out of green, toning down that deafening yellow to a more serene canary. Teal is the expressive sky meeting the grassy ground. Crimson evening kissing the verdant hills.
Teal is the color of paradise. Of that perfectly clear and deeply tropical ocean water view etching along pearly sanded shores. This bluish greenish wonderland of suspended gravity is held down by round, multi-earth colored rocks piles mountainously onto of each other. Teal makes blue more exciting and green more level headed. To me, teal is the color of eager happiness.
Magenta is second. It is so lively. Verbacious. Pungent. Demanding. It is a color that shouts. Magenta cannot be made pastel. Magenta is royalty. It is so bright that it vibrates. Magenta is an interactive color in that regard. Magenta is so naturally magnificent that it is surreal with its natural glow. Magenta flowers looks like they are garden flowers on acid, they have become wildly extraordinary. To me, magenta is the color of love.
Periwinkle is third. Periwinkle is my pastel color of choice. After such a loud start to the show with teal and magenta as the opening act, periwinkle is the soothing cream for all that burn. It is vibrant with its ultra violet gaze, and it is subtle with its sublime mystery.
Periwinkle is a multidimensional color. It changes color around with its ultraviolet gaze. More than any other color, periwinkle is alive. It creates action in the changing from day to night. It cannot be faked or recreated, periwinkle is a moment, periwinkle is a transition. It is a magical color because of how other colors behave in its presence. It is the ghostwriter of sunsets brilliance, its the conductor to the symphony of the suns departure, it is the baseline to the symphony of Mr. moon’s grand entrance. You can try to mimic periwinkle with dyes and pixels, but it cannot be replicated. To me, periwinkle is the color of deep serenity, introspection, and simple peace.
I like undecided colors. I like colors that represents a complicated set of hues. I can never answer a simple question.
So what’s your favorite color?
As much as my perfectionist side will allow, that is.
marigolds forever 