Few days ago, me and my sister passed a mother who tried to teach her child about colors by showing him a couple of color cards and matching it with some objects in a picture book. My sister, who is impatient by nature, immediately mumbled that it will be hard work to teach child about colors, number, and any base knowledge about life. That kind of knowledge set are already rooted in the back of our head so planted it in another person’s life will be a big challenge. Afterall, red will be red and blue will be blue.
It’s actually interesting. That set of knowledge is, what I think, what limit us from thinking differently. The statement of ‘Red will be red’ suddenly ends the question marks and the curiosity. Why shouldn’t Red be Yellow or Orange be White? Why is Red named Red afterall?
Few months ago, I stumbled upon an amazing creation, A nameless paint. It’s amazing to think about what possibilities can be made by not assigning any names to a paint. Will red be named Cherry Lips? Or yellow be named Sunshine Kiss? I personally would love to see curious children named Green by Traumatic Veggies :3
I tried to take black and white pictures once.
They are crisp and show a lot of emotion.
They are shown you in brightest night and muted noon.
But I cried then.
I don’t see you in the brightest dress and muted face.
I don’t see you behind the perfect hue blue lake and the contrast orange sky.
Color is not colored.
