All the blur.

When you stare at colours for a long time,you kind of forget to mix them and they become one.And no,blurriness of colours is not a good thing..the reason being,the oneness is killed.
You miss the grey and you search for the black. And the white.
Yeah,yeah..Im obsessed with colours. Very.
Why?-you ask.
Because in our head,we think in colours...blue hues when you want silence,green chains when you want to be undisturbed,red waves when you do not know where to let go of your mirth,brown when you want to drown in a long lost memory, purple when youre...well,horny :)and white,contrary to popular belief,when you want to think..black-also,contrary to popular thinking-when you dont want to be you. Black is just easy,dont have to think,it looks elegant anyway..why bother with the additional crap of delusion and wit? Youre doing nothing anyway..the black does the things to YOU.
I could be very wrong.
Very.
But thats the love I have for palettes and the variety involved in painting.
Its my love. Its different.
But its mine.
Whats yours?
Who knows...my right could be yours.