I used my imagination to make the grass whatever color I wanted it to be.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I drive through a field, I want to see green grass sometimes, and I don't want to see black and white.
I remember, as a kid, I'd follow the rooster and the chickens and watch what type of grass they'd eat. And me and my friends would eat that grass, like that was our lunch.
I like grass, I enjoy it and it suits my game.
Sometimes I worked with just a background of a rock or a tree or black velvet, and just had to imagine the whole thing.
I like it when I'm chirpy and happy, so I decided to do my hair green. I got my sunflowers too - I was like a living, walking garden.
Gardening is how I relax. It's another form of creating and playing with colors.
How many colours are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'green'? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye?
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.
There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.