For years I'd thought my color was black: deep, dark, thoughtful, mysterious. Black, you can hide behind. But now I know it is red.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Red is a colour I've felt very strongly about. Maybe red is a very Indian colour, maybe it's one of those things that I grew up with and recognise at some other level.
Red, of course, is the colour of the interior of our bodies. In a way it's inside out, red.
I've always been into dark colours.
As a fair skinned blonde, I disappeared into the background. I've always been a loner, so I suppose dyeing my hair red was a way to say, 'I'm here, I exist, I'm a human being and you can't just push me aside.'
I'm trying to incorporate colour into my life. Until recently, everything in my closet was black, white, grey, navy or olive.
It's a waste of time to think that if you colored a painting red what might have happened if you painted it black.
Colours exist for me as entities in themselves, as metaphysical beings.
I'll refer to my music in color, like 'This song needs to be bright red.'
I never had an occasion to question color, therefore, I only saw myself as what I was... a human being.
My favorite color is black.