Has it ever happened to you to think of an entire period of your life in terms of a color?
I've already confessed that I tend to delete a lot. That's not the whole truth. I delete facts, I could never delete feelings and emotions and, hard as I tried I could never delete the taste and color of any of the periods of my life. Even the painful ones. Especially
the painful ones. I may have a hard time remembering the when (hell, I have a hard time remembering even the current date) but I never forget the how and what. How it felt and what color, music and taste it had.
So, I remember a time when my life was totally black and white. Not in the sense that it had its dark and bright moments. It was just... colorless, dull and flat. Until that spoonful of color. Funny thing is, it continues to be mostly two-toned. Blue (as in I've got the Blues for you
) and red (as in: Campari -Red Passion
I was once told by the only person that knows my somewhat, that there's no sense of golden mean in me. I'm either too high or too low and my priorities list is far too screwed up. It's:No1
: the things I love No2
That's a disturbingly accurate fact. But it's a fact I don't care to change. I never liked well balanced situations, people or feelings. Flatlines...
Ok, the introduction is over, the features are here and they're all in Black and White. Because BW is pathetic as a kind of life but it sure is great in photography!
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