I've never seen life in black and white. The color cast off all objects and experiences is too tangible to ignore- I prefer to experience life through a kaleidoscope of hues and values. I remember when I realized that perhaps color was more important to me than most my age. When glancing into my friends' closets as a teen, I saw clothes in black, grey, white... a color here and there. Whereas my wardrobe was more suited to Punky Brewster (still is).
What is it about color? Is it the tangible effect it has on our moods? To me it has an intoxicating effect on the eyes- spreading through the body until all is left warm, happy, content.
I love to live my life in color
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