I recently had a friend ask me one of those questions that you do not really put thought into but just answer. "What color would you be?" When I asked I was in auto pilot and was about to just write down my favorite color. Blue. But then I hit backspace and figured that I would not want to be painted blue all my life. I adore looking at the color but when I hear the word blue and even read the word I put it together with the emotion of sadness. Maybe I am too literal.

So then I thought about it more and decided that I cannot pick just one color to be my whole life. Its to hard and too constricting. Also my moods vary, like everyone else. I love bold colors one day and the next I want muted pinks and reds. Some day black and white are my bag. Truth be told I am all over the map, but hey I can get away with that! I am an artist.

As always when doing a feature I review my own work and I find myself annoyed with the lack of color and my utter refusal to try anything black and white. I always swear I will try harder, and I really should grow, but I some how always forget. So today I actually wrote the words bold colors on a piece of tape and placed it on my camera strap. How can I miss that?

Will it help? I am not sure. My art reflects me and I can be overly careful in life. So I guess it stands to reason I am that way with color. The only place in my life where I threw color to the wind was my living room. The walls are gray, yes but the artwork, and throw pillows are bold primary colors. Heck I even have my comic book rack in there to show off my favorite comic book covers. So maybe I do have it in me after all. I just need to take small steps. Here is hoping that small piece of tape doesn't fall off.

Have a great week!