It is still color, it is not yet light.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Color is born of the interpenetration of light and dark.
It was very gray, very dreary. Everything was still rationed when I first saw the United States in 1951. I went over to visit my sister who was a war bride.
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.
But of course it's different now, the blues is no longer blues, it's green now.
The color of truth is gray.
In visual perception a color is almost never seen as it really is - as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.
It's not color, it's like pouring 40 tablespoons of sugar water over a roast.
One of my favorite colors is no color at all.
Daylight reveals color; artificial light drains it.
Black is not a color.