|Copyright 2019 Kristine Raymond|
Color is as vital to my well-being as oxygen and water and food. While those aforementioned necessities nourish my body, the pigmentations produced by refractions of light nourish my soul and imagination. They revitalize me; igniting the spark that discouragement and uncertainty threaten to extinguish. One of my simplest pleasures is strolling the aisles of a craft store and losing myself amongst the various shades, irrelevant of medium. Paper, paint, beads, yarn, clay, wax, graphite - it makes no difference. The vibrancy is what quickens my pulse, stimulates my senses, and excites my inner creative.
When crafting a story, I channel that energy into my writing; enriching each detail and description with chroma - virtual as it may be. The sky is not merely blue. It's Azure or Cerulean or Sapphire. Time of day, atmospheric conditions, the character's mood - all influence my palette, not unlike an artist using oils or watercolors to paint a scene. I liken it to coloring with words.
And who doesn't love a brand-new box of Crayolas?