When a painter dips her brush in water before applying the color, something cooperative happens; by diluting the color, the natural tone of the canvas beneath gets to mingle with the pigment on top, creating a blended color or texture.
In recent days I have been a painter using heavy color, brushing thickly against everything I encounter, smothering the natural canvas. Then, I wonder why everything seems false and forced. Technicolor is lovely if you see it where it belongs. However, where it doesn't belong, it seems garish, brash, and mocking.
It is not my job to force the whole world into color. It is only my job to appreciate the colors where I see them, and to contribute where I feel so inspired.
