I am an orange person, dwelling more towards copper than the citrus fruit, but orange nevertheless. The affinity I feel with sweet potatoes is strange even to myself. I feel that no other living thing is as good a metaphor for me as the yam.
So I was surprised how difficult it has been for me to find orange in the wild. I eat lots of the hue (clementine, roasted carrots, butternut squash). But I don't wear it. I don't decorate with it. And in these stylistically conservative parts, no one else does either. Aside from safety gear and traffic cones, I rarely saw it out and about.
Maybe that is part of it's appeal for me. The fact that it is under-appreciated and underutilized. Ignored at best. Scorned more often than that. I have always had a fondness for the underdog and in the color world, I'm pretty sure that it's orange.
renwick gallery // koi // more renwick // snack bowl // sena's suit // dinner prep
beachfront mosaic // new orleans throw back...because they ain't afraid of no color
Week 1: Red