Summer comes in a thick, golden, and hazy blanket. The greens of spring are deeper and water seems like a more beautiful thing. Browns are in the dry, dying grass and the newly tan skins of people everywhere.
Fall descends upon us in a relieving spray of new rain and cooler weather. Yellows, oranges, and reds glitter in the treetops and on the fallen leaves covering the refreshed grounds. The weather coolly at winter...
And then it's winter again. Blues, whites, and thin air slice into our skin, making us shiver and stare in wonder at the new snows that might grace us with their presence.
It isn't black and white, or even the gray in between the two. It's the colors of the seasons...
Rosy pink cheeks hint at excitement, embarrassment, or exercise.
Tan skin means hard work or time spent relaxing outside.
Pale white flesh is from fear, sadness, lack of sleep, or sickness.
It isn't the colors of changing seasons, it's clues about how someone feels, or what they do....
A bright red jacket, crazy purple hair, the brightest blue eyes, and jeans of the deepest black.
It shows personalities.
What is it?
It, simply, is the creation of scenes and characters.
It's the oranges and grays of twilight, when all things dark and creepy seem to seep from the shadows surrounding the edges of light.
Or maybe it's the shimmering gold kissing the trees and your cheeks, the warm wind on your face and in your hair, and the sound of water tumbling over the edge of a waterfall....
It's everything; it's nothing. It's beauty and hate and sorrow and love and happiness and anxiety.
It's every feeling, every person, every idea you could ever come up with.
It's what I do.