So my favorite color was blue when I was younger and green as I got older and now, Cobalt Teal, once I discovered painting and that this color even existed. It’s impossible for me to narrow down to just a single color, but I can say I love citrus hues and ocean blues. As for paint colors, while I have 18 colors in my tiny little metal tin you’ll most likely find me using the 4 colors found here: Cobalt Teal, Ultramarine Blue, Gamboge and Permanent Green Pale, normally with the addition of Pyrrol Red and Burnt Sienna to paint pretty much anything I see. I think my taste for color changes with the seasons and since it’s summer, bright citrus just seem the way to go. As for this cocktail, I’m not entirely sure what’s in it, so you can decide it’s whatever drink you’d prefer.
The truth is, I just love color! I’m a sketcher at heart, but watercolor called to me because I’m not satisfied in a world that’s black and white. I love all the wonderful diversity in life, each little thing is so unique and displays its own palette of colors, waiting to be observed and explored. I think favoring blue when I was younger was a side effect of always looking into the sky and daydreaming. I didn’t just imagine what the clouds looked like, although I did that too, I imagined whole worlds that might exist. I created elaborate stories in my head, for nobody in particular other than me and for my own amusement. And staring into that vast blue sky, I imagined I could do anything. Anything at all.
These days, I’m often feeling rushed and busy and I long for those childhood days when I had the luxury of just staring into the sky and dreaming. But at least, for just one little hour each day, I sit and paint something. I’ve realized that my sketchbook has become my sky. It’s my little bit of time to dream and create stories in my head. Some days, I like what comes out on the paper and some days I don’t, but every single day, I’m happy for the beautiful escape. And more than this, I’m happy that I’ve reserved a little time each day to dream and paint. I may not be that little boy anymore, staring into the infinite blue sky, but I’m the man the boy became. And we’re still very much the same he and I. No matter what’s happening in this weirdly mixed up world, we’ll always find our sky. And we’ll never stop dreaming.