They say that we are determined by red blood in our blue veins, schedule of planets when we first took our breath and cried.So called destiny.
Did we get that 'destiny' as a gift or curse from our ancestors..or life made us the way we are now?
Or we all have our own white painting canvas in which life will add colors and shapes..starting with white, warm then cold colors, and black for the end?
There are people whose canvas are somehow only black and white, without mistakes and stains, somehow clean.
There are others.. Like me.
Somebody's canvas are such peaceful impressions, and somebody's is like Pablo Picasso, Zdzisław Beksiński and Salvador Dalí decided to make something together with their three different manners.
My painting canvas has all colors..
White as white wolf that always come to my dreams. White as snow which brought me both joy and pain.
Pink as my childhood.La vie en rose.
Purple as my mum's violets which I used to over-water hoping it will faster bloom. I was 5 and doing it every time my mum wasn't around.. and the violets died. And I learned that if you love something, you should never make pressure. (Still learning it lol)
Grey as clouds full of water above my head every time I did something wrong.
Black as magical beauty and elegance.
Yellow for all the laughing till my stomach hurts and all crying tears of joy.
Green for every wonder of nature I enjoyed.
Orange for every time I let my pride guided me.
Brown as the the ground in which our roots are.
Beige for empty faces passing by.
Silver as the Moon.Gold as the Sun.
Blue for peace. Fifty shades of blue on my canvas for sure.
Red for war within me..Red for warming my soul.. Love.Passion.
Red would give me the wings, but blue would bring me the calm.
After red, blue can be hard to handle.. When red becomes your habit, you don't want to stop. But eventually when it pauses,blue is there to heal you.. And then full circle. Like yin-yang.But in color.
I wear all colors.
That's why I understand.
That's why I can't stand those 'black-white' moralists.
I know how to be silent with both sinner and saint. Silence can be so powerful,meaningful and full of understanding.
I love all those colors. They are mine. And I will know I'm alive because I'm so far of transparent colour.
When you are transparent, I guess you don't really care. You loose yourself..And I guess that is the worst.
Photo credit : https://techgnotic.deviantart.com/journal/Abstract-Art-495660574