mixing paint like meditation.

the dignity of each color spinning into the others, learning which are partnerships and which are rivals. red and orange are old, careless friends. red and green are abusive lovers; put side by side the energy sings between them, but truly together they scream and flail and lose themselves, and eventually just stare at each other until each turns to a sad, quiet grey. white tries to mediate and but always fails, thinks too much, pulls the energy from everything it touches.

mix red and violet, find an angrybruised hue. add red, and the blood comes to the surface. add more violet, and the healing begins anew... but the color is different. the moment is passed, and that particular shade will never exist again.

i think the reason i'm a design student is that i don't feel like i'm making this up.