After a purple patch of posting, my propensity to produce periodic prose has perhaps peaked - possibly permanently.
But I hope I can get back on the writin' wagon with a little bit of artless alliteration, and some sub-standard observations (eg. Is a purple patch what happens when Barney the Dinosaur wets his pants?).
Colours seem to represent a lot of different emotions. I suppose we're all slightly synaesthetic.
Feeling blue is bad, probably because being in the sea or the sky was also bad, before the invention of boats/parachutes.
People are green with jealousy because people yearn to be like broccoli.
Being 'in the pink' is a good thing - possibly because of the sexual connotations (although being 'in the brown' hasn't taken off as a phrase, reflecting a lingering linguistic homophobia).
Cowards are yellow, which is odd. You would think yellow's association with the sun would raise its credibility. I always thought people liked the sun, but I suppose some interpret each sunset as our life-giving orb backing down from a rumble with the moon.
Orange is orange. If you assign a fruit to a colour, you're not allowed to use it as a metaphor.
It's weird to think that colours are essentially arbitrary. It's all one big continuum of light waves. We just break the spectrum up in to easy-to-digest-chunks (not literally - except for the orange).
Everything in the world is made up of pretty much the same stuff, we're just using different highlighters and post-its and dividers like some revising nerd, hoping we'll be able to understand things better. A good idea in theory, but things still seem pretty messy to me.
So, those are my thoughts on colour. Here's a sneak preview of next week's analysis of shape:
Scalene triangle? You're having a laugh!
