Voir

I'm a sucker for colour (and it simply must be spelled with a "u"). I like intense colours. I like delicate colours. I like unusual juxtapositions of colour.

I've bought so many things just because (or primarily because) I was mad for their colours. I've often thought that I'd like to make my living working with colour in some way, but never quite figured out what that way might be.

When I am bored, or upset, I find myself looking through here, purely to gaze at the marvelous interplay and variety of colours. And of course, I occasionally break down and buy things. Purely because I can't resist those colours any longer.

Some of my favorites, singly and in combination:

orange and purple (together and separately)
cerulean blue (that's a tealish blue)
pale lavender or periwinkle (bluish lavender)
pale green
indigo and turquoise (together, as seen in many saris)
plum
deep violet blue
deep blue-green
chocolate in combination with teal, or orange, or pink

I was walking along and looking at shadows tonight, and noticed how soft the edges of a gate shadow looked; how its decorative curls looked like they'd been drawn in charcoal. And I thought, as I often have before, that one of the reasons I am here on earth is to look, and look, and look, and perhaps to have those thoughts. Charcoal lines, fat moon rising like a peach, just those few stars winking through the city layer.

PS. Note about the title: Voir means (in French) both to see and to imagine...