Periwinkle, forest, aqua, sky, moss, evergreen, turquois. Categories. How would you prioritize? Green is green and blue is blue until its not anymore. Green-blue, blue-green, but what if I am red green colorblind. Red blue green blue red. A dog is distinct from a cat is distinct from a deer and turtle. A human is distinct from…..
The sweet man who brings home roses every Friday to see her smile. The teacher who harshly reprimands but with a heart bursting of pride of reciprocal success. The mom that cuts orange slices. The dad that cooks. The teen that’s promiscuous. The tween that cant seem to get her head out of a book. The old woman who looks at photos of her grandkids over and over and over until the corners are worn and torn. Categories, puzzle pieces, descriptions, labels gossip.
We pretend to be experts in taxonomy with our labels and sub categories and opinions of each. But not like we do for animals, strict blue-blue and green-green labels. Blurred labels, a paintbrush smooshed and sloshed through a rainbow pallet to include the vibrant and mute the unworthy background base colors. Nobody wants a wall of mustard yellow. We want the so called refined colors that we must make categories for. We make up our own color blindness. Blue is not blue when the painter of society doesn’t want it to be. And red is not green. Suddenly instead of blue green red its purple yellow orange and those looking at the artwork may no longer fathom where the colors and categories they thought primary are. The rainbow fades to make room for a modern abstract piece only a small viewing audience may appreciate at a time. I want blue-green and green-blue.
I want the ocean.