COLORS HAVE FEELINGS

People have given colors feelings. I often wonder how this came to be.

All colors are beautiful in their own way yet we have assigned them emotional weight, seemingly based on whim. A person’s skin color is used to define them by race.

This is not accurate, however, because I am Caucasian, not white. I don’t feel or think I’m white, therefore, I don’t accept that I am a color. I am a person of many colors and think it unfair to be perceived I am one way or another because my skin color is “light”.

The rainbow has become a symbol of pride. For me it means inclusion in all things, race, sex, gender. Who has ever looked at a rainbow and not immediately been in awe?

Emotional weight has been given to color since the dawn of time. Red means “love”, Blue “sadness”, Yellow “warm and happy”, Black and White “right or wrong”, etc.

It is curious that all infants are color blind at birth, with black and white being what they can see best. I think it is the fact that the brain waits until it can fully appreciate beauty to see color at its fullest.

When I lost a child to cancer, there were SO MANY COLORS…. Black was never one of them surprisingly, but gray was the one that lasted longest. Perhaps representing my sense of grief and despair. Gray is a very nothing color in my opinion, as that is how my life felt.

Eventually, the colors came back to me one-by-one and I could once again feel the rainbow and dream of life.

LIFE = COLOR