No I’m not really sad or upset. I was just mulling over the lyrics of the Taylor Swift song:
“Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all along
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red…
Burning red”
I guess we've all associated “feelings” with various colours for as long as we could tell them apart. I vividly remember our Biology teacher in school telling the class that looking at green was “pleasant” and “good for the eyes”. There must be a reason why only red, green and yellow were chosen as colours for traffic signals all over the world and why rain or dark “gloomy” weather is used to highlight tragic scenes in movies.
As to how I feel about colours: Black is too secretive and closed, white is too open and cannot hide anything, green is omnipresent and boring, pink is mushy and cutesy, yellow reminds me of paint and its gooey-ness and strong odor, red is too loud for anything – be it a dress or a painting, violet is flowery, and I always relate orange to the icecream bars we sometimes buy on the beach that make our tongues go orange when we eat them.
But blue is nice. Blue, as in, the light blue you get in sketch pens. Blue makes me feel safe. When in the sky, it’s pacifying, and when in the sea, it’s alive. I love using blue while making something artsy, like a card – I just try and include it somehow, even coming up with a theme as an excuse. Some days, the sky is its deepest blue: even the sun is not too harsh and makes long shadows on the ground and if there are clouds in the sky, they are fluffy and white like cotton bolls, not grey and threatening to fall. Those are the days I like a lot – they’re also good for photography. So when I feel blue, unlike many others who’re sad when they say it, I actually feel good.