Violet breathes, full of knowing secrets. White opens. Wide. Black goes deep and folds around -- covering and shading. Color is a palette of impressions, personalized and projected.
Scent is similar, perhaps stronger. The perfume of that rose will always "pop" in my mind. The ocean's spectrum of aromas inhabit their own mental country. And what does the smell of Merlot say to you?
Sound, I would say, calls attention. Presents information. Whispers and roars: it turns the head and focuses...eyes, oddly enough.
So back to color.
I like the green of a cat's eye, the blue of cobalt glass, the orange of embers. Lemon yellows, coffee browns. The copper of new pennies. And indigo and tangerine. Sand and seashells. The slow, smokey kiss of burgundy.
And today?
Azure, with an overwash of translucent gold -- all lit from behind by hours, thought and the distant motions of the sky.
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