- colours
artists use colours to express and bring across emotions to the person looking at their work. i find it fascinating how that works. 'I' ndigo, a variation of purple and blue. indigo represents fairness, why? we will never know. i'm guessing that it's something physiological, which is truly fascinating. 'L' avender, another variation of purple: it represents care and caring for someone. 'O' range represents enthusiasm and excitement because of its brightness. 'V' ermillion is associated with love and passion, it's a romantic colour indeed. 'E' vergreen, a green, represents hopefulness or nature. 'Y' ellow quite obviously represents happiness, but could also been seen with jealousy. 'O' rchid is a colour that is a bright pink with a whitened tint to it, it shows hope or new beginnings. finally, 'U' ltramarine is a neon blue that's naturally made of lapis lazuli, this could mean something striving, soulful, embracing and lively.
Some colours that i have mentioned are either ones that you know or don't, which is okay. One thing that is alluring about colours is that learning about what they perceive in certain pieces of art and how they can be mixed, just like emotions sometimes, even if they turn out 'ugly' is a way of finding yourself.
Finding and relating to art and other small things is one thing that we both need to understand. You and I both need to understand ourselves and get through whatever the paintbrush decides to paint for us and wether or not we're swimming in the paint-filled water, full of misery and bad inevitability, or if we're swimming in clear, untouched waters full of pristine beauty, calmness and peace. And our small world full of love. How it should always be.
Even if the water ends up getting murky, just remember that there is a way to find yourself out and that it's not all over yet. Remember that you do have time to find yourself, find your purpose: just like an artist. You're an artist of your own world. No matter how shaky the lines are, no matter how uneven the shapes are, no matter how much the colours may clash, no matter if it wasn't what you pictured in your mind. It's perfectly flawed. Even if it ended up getting ruined with a misplaced bit of paint, even if your environment is messy, even if you think it's not good enough no matter how hard you try, even if you spill water onto your work and it smudges and it's all 'ruined' and if a bucket of paint goes everywhere: it still counts as art.
You can keep expanding on it, trying to make it better on that same canvas, or paper, or anything that you're working on until it's just layers and layers upon layers and it would still be worth something. You can leave it untouched for days, months, years at a time but it would still be treasured. Treasured by me. Treasured in my heart. You put your heart and soul into that piece. I'm proud of it. I'm so proud of how it has built itself up to this point. To be mine to keep.
Forever after.
That piece is you, my love.
You are a work of art to me.
