Mesmerized by Color

My new batch of crochet cotton came the other day; isn't it beautiful?  Sometimes I just sit and gaaaze upon the colors.  Color is one of my major motivators.  I guess that comes with being an artist, but I know artists who use very little color in their work.  Of course they are using color, but the works are very monochromatic or with muted colors.  As you've no doubt noticed, I love brilliant color.

When choosing my thread colors, I went to the Pantone site to see what the fall forecast was.  Do you ever think about that?  Who are these people who decide what colors are in and how do they come to these determinations?

Autumn Garland

DH recently read an article (and he likes to talk about it early in the morning before I've had my coffee) about how some women have a genetic mutation that allows them to see more colors than the rest of us.  It boggles my mind to think about that.  I mean really, try to imagine a color you don't know.  It's like trying to contemplate infinity.  And no, I'm not on drugs.  I don't need any help altering my consciousness!  I can do it all on my own, just by sitting and looking at pretty colors.  And then I wonder, could I be one of those women, and if I were, how would I know?  There are times when colors just seem more vibrant to me; the world seems to have this shimmering energy radiating off of everything around me.  But I've heard that that particular experience could be related to migraines.  Or it could come from the Sagittariun tendency to believe we experience the world more intensely than others.

I've started making new crochet garlands for fall.  It's August already!  Can you believe it?  And autumn will be returning here to this hemisphere.  I have very mixed feelings about that.  For one, I'm not quite finished with summer, and the problem with autumn is that winter comes next.  But autumn really is my favorite season, mostly because of the color.  That is the time of the year when I most have that experience with the shimmering color.  Seeing a street of red and gold trees will stop me in my tracks.  Or a trailer load of pumpkins at the farmers market!  It's like I'm absorbing the color, not just through my eyes, but every other sense as well.  I find that I have this overwhelming urge to describe it to someone, but I can't.  And I really don't know who it is I want to tell.  Just anyone I guess.

I am being awfully philosophical today!  I wonder where that came from.  Well, I need to go experience taking a book back to the library before I get an overdue fine.  Hope you have a very color-filled day!