I choose very few colors.
I stay with them until they start to speak.
Limiting the palette makes every shade matter; it turns color from decoration into a way of thinking and feeling.
The full range of human emotion does not need all colors.
It needs the right ones, in the right contrasts and quiet harmonies.

Blue

The color of distance and depth, of longing and the quiet ache of introspection.
Blue is the space between what is said and what is felt, holding the vastness of unspoken thoughts.
I use its entire spectrum, from the palest whisper of sky to the deepest indigo of night, embracing all its moods and meanings.

Gold

A spark in darkness.
Hope caught in light.
Not the gold of excess, but of illumination, the divine glimpsed in the ordinary, the belief that beauty persists even in sorrow.

White

Emptiness that is full.
Silence that speaks.
White is the pause that gives everything else meaning, the absence that creates presence.
It is both surrender and possibility.

Brown

Earth and roots.
The warmth of memory worn smooth by time.
Brown grounds the ethereal in the weight of what is real, a reminder that we are made of dust and will return to it.