We’ve all got our own way of categorising, organising, ordering our worlds about us. And we often aren’t even aware of this until we encounter someone whose ways differ greatly from our own.
For me, it’s by colour. (no shit…really?)
Back in a previous life when I was an office bunny who shuffled papers and rattled at a keyboard all day I sought out opportunities to invent new systems I could colour-code.
I’d spend any spare time buried in the stationery catalogues, choosing folders and files and highlighter pens.
What I came to realise much later on was that I just had a thirst for colour and creativity that was going unquenched.
Beyond that, colour is the defining visual attribute I’ll notice over any other: He’s the guy in the blue shirt, it’s the house with the red paintwork, the shop with the green & yellow signboard … I don’t know any of their names, but I usually know what colours they are.
It occurred to me today, as I edited these images from my current journal to show you, a habit of mine to spend a time with a group of colours.
I revel in their company, their character, the memories they muster and the feelings they stir up.
When sated, I can move on, visit a different range of the spectrum.
I never know which colours will appear next, or how long I’ll be in the company of my current companions. But while we’re together, they will seep into aspects of my day without me even realising.
I put these images together, here I am in the realms of purple and a little to either side, and I felt a pang of familiarity, a sense that something’s closer than I realise…
I looked down at what I’m wearing….
Oh yeh… I see what’s gong on here!
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