I confess. I am obsessed with the color black. The frame for pics must be black, I look my personal best in black ( or so at least i think), backdrops are good black, cars look best in black, black cutlery is classy, i love black olives and can gorge in black grapes….black…black..black.
Yet, for all my love of black, there is nothing in my true life that is black. I have within me- the passion of red, the brightness of yellow, the calm of blue, the depth of white, the lightness of pink, the contentment of green as much as the jealousy of green, the browns of the earth, the purple of rage, the subtlety of silver and the loudness of gold. Then of course, there are the grey areas that make up almost every part of my life. And in each of these colors, I am light and shadow. For in the absence of light, I would be invisible and sometimes the best colors are those that shine out of the shadows. Quiet and resolute, they creep in, revealing a shade that did not exist and can never exist in the same measure again.