I remember being on a black-and-white set all day and then going out into daylight and being amazed by the colour.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
I read that prior to the advent of color TV, most people dreamed in black and white.
For me it was sort of career suicide to work in color, but I did it because I perceived myself from an early stage to be interested in seasonality - the changing of the seasons - that's what I deeply loved.
The first time I ever saw people of any color was when D-Day left from my hometown in England, to go and free Europe from the war. And there was every color you could imagine, and I'd not seen that in England.
Color is an intense experience on its own.
We were raised very colour blind. I had gone to school and to camp for so long with white people, I think I was like 15 years old before I realised I was black.
And then I went to visit my sister in the states and all of a sudden it was just like, it's like... it's like the movie Wizard of Oz when all of a sudden it changes from Black and White to glorious Technicolor.
I was blown away by being able to color. Then I started to draw... bringing a blank white canvas to life was fascinating.
I have led a pretty colorful life.
I've always been into dark colours.