At a party last night on the Island of Laid Back, that is, Vashon, I had a forty minute conversation with another painter about the colors blue and red. She has trouble using blue, I have difficulty with red. I feel that there are qualities inherent in colors- red screams out and blue soothes and settles. She felt the opposite about them- for her red is grounding, and blue kicks up uncomfortable emotions. It finally became the age old question of whether anything exists apart from our perception of it, and are the qualities we think belong to something just installed by us? Is blue always cool, and red always warm? For me, red jumps out and blue settles back, but uh . . . maybe that's just me!
