I was asked yesterday what my favorite color was. Growing up I bucked the trend of little girls, just because I wanted to be different, and answered "blue". I really liked blue, soft shades the color of skies, rippling water and fairy dust. As I got older, I grew into the color purple, a color for which I have an infinity for to date. I briefly went through a stage of neutrals, which made my closet look like an ad for IKEA or Martha Stewart or something. The only color I really dislike is red, in any form or shape. I don't even own a tube of red lipstick.
Being an artist however, you learn to appreciate all colors. I dye a lot of our fibers, so I feel as though I get to be surrounded by a spectrum of color perpetually. Lately, in preparation for spring shows, I have been dyeing a lot. I have dyed at least 50 pounds of wool in the last few weeks, so I'm not kidding when I say I'm surrounded by color. Literally, you open a closet, there's wool. You open the laundry room, there's wool. You open the oven, there's wool dyeing. My dear, patient husband has stepped over wool, taken wool off of chairs to sit, and been inundated with my nagging to come see my beautiful new colors. Bless his heart!
But when the dust settles, and all is dyed, you feel as though you stepped off the sky and into a rainbow. Everywhere I look is a joyous celebration of beauty in the wooly form I love to work with. It is balm for the soul in a drab mid-winter like we have outside our doors. I can beautify the world while we await for it to awaken from it's winter nap. I can dream up colors and places I want to be, and paint my wool with that fantasy. It's a wonderful feeling to watch my walls come alive as the wool gets draped on them. I feel like I'm decorating for a party in which we are celebrating life!
So I'm sharing some of those photo's with you in hopes that it brightens your day too!