Chromalectable

I think we artists have a tendency to sort of "latch on" to a particular design element--line, shape, texture, color, et cetera--and spend our lives obsessing over it. It's the first thing we notice in nature, in other's artwork, in the cereal aisle at the grocery store. And it isn't that it's the only element we see, but it's the only one we care about, the only one that really matters.

My element is color. It is my passion, my raison d'être. I do not see how one could not think about color. Now don't get me wrong, I really dig line and shape and even texture a little bit. But I *ADORE* color from the most remote depths of my soul.

I can stand for tens of minutes on end in the paint swatches section of the hardware store. It makes me feel good, ogling all that color. And I can take my favorites, like collectors' cards for color enthusiasts--FOR FREE. I bring them home and put them in a book so that I can go back later when I'm feeling a little neutral and savor all that chromatic deliciousness.

Color me tenacious

Thanks to Jen A and her magnificent blog for hooking me up with the ColorGenics test, which was FAR easier to do than the stupid Myers-Briggs. Unfortunately it didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, but still, it's nice to have my gut feelings confirmed by the Internet every once in a while.

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You are always alert and keenly observant (well said) . You are not truly satisfied with your everyday status and you are seeking fresh avenues which can give you the opportunity to prove your worth. You feel that there are still many barriers that stand between you and recognition - but one by one you will overcome them. Your tenacity is your one good point (only one?!!) - like an English Bulldog, once you take the bite, you will seldom let go.

Enough is enough. Nothing seems to be working out as you would like it to and it has got to the stage where you feel as if you can't be bothered anymore. The way you feel is that it would be great if you could be cut off from everything and take it easy - be it only for a short time (or a very looooooong time...in the French Riviera).

You are feeling under considerable pressure and you are being forced to make concessions. You are not particularly happy with this state of affairs but you feel that you have no alternative. If you were to force issues you would be left out or completely ignored by one and all.

All of your stress arises from lack of mutual understanding. The existing situation is unsatisfactory and you feel that you are unable to improve it without the help and co-operation of others. The need for understanding and for affectionate 'give and take' remains unsatisfied. You are experiencing the feeling of being 'handcuffed' - 'tied down' - 'hindered' - 'restrained' and this untenable situation is giving rise to impatience, irritability and the desire to escape from it all (to the French Riviera. Or Scotland.).

Matters are not all that they would appear to be and you are critical of the existing conditions which you feel are confused and disorganised (I hate disorganised conditions. I hate disorganized conditions, too). You are therefore looking for a modus operandi (YES! Modus operandi! YEEEESSSSSS!) which will simplify the situation so that you will be able to see the 'trees in the woods'.

Memory & Murphy

Not 10 minutes ago, I had an idea of something to write for a post. Because I think it's been a while since I've put in a really good one. But now I've forgotten my idea. And so I will go take a shower and go to bed, so that I can remember it at 3:17 in the morning only to have forgotten that I remembered it when I wake up tomorrow morning only to have it come back to me, half written in my head, when I am least able to write it down. Because anything otherwise would defy the laws of the universe.

Drip drip splash brrrrrr

The only thing that might be worse than August is rain in winter. The only thing worse than rain in winter is having to walk under a large tree to get to your car in the rain in winter and getting dripped on in big, fat, wet, icy drips on the way. The only true cure for either is a large serving of delicious hot chocolate.