grey is vintage. it's antique. it's the unacknowledged shade on the colour spectrum of 80s television. the unsung hero of black and white newspapers. the essential middle path between black and white no photographer ever talks about.
it's the colour my dadi's hair would have been today. the colour of her favourite carpet. it's the colour of the legacy my mother continues; grey is the colour of the pencil i saw in her hand this afternoon. grey is underrated. it creates art, in my mother's hands, and on the sky. the palette of shades that smear themselves over a stormy sky.
grey is loved. it's the colour of the pages of the your favourite book. the colour of your childhood teddy bear. grey is love. it's the red no one ever sees. red is bold, grey is subtle. red says catch me if you can, grey says i'll be here when you're ready. grey is peace. it's the colour of mediation. it's the area where everyone is forced to think. grey is so much more than just grey. grey is everything you've ever imagined. grey is the dream.
