I’m feeling so green the longer I’m apart from you. It’s the color of unkempt hope in chilling coves.
You and I never understood green. There was simply no room. But babe, I’m beginning to
I am fondest of orangey-yellow, I said. Or just orange. Or just yellow.
At this stage, I commit to covering every reachable surface with paint — not just the visible.
I progressed in the order of her Manifesto, seeking to learn her emotional narrative of color.
…she replied with a well organized study of the evolution of color/pigment in her painting history. She called it her Color Manifesto.
Opening these parts of myself on social media — the same place where she sees and even reacts to my posts — echoes the heartbreak of someone close now becoming like a stranger
I will create my own shapes with tangled paper, and from its shapes, form my subject.