Post-storm walk (w4)
Todays theme is rust and yellow. Colors that mark the industrial age. Colors that evoke Ronald McDonald, ketchup and mustard, decay and rebirth, blood and urine.
It tells the story of youth being eaten away by the passage of time. Something that seemed so concrete, modern inventions and buildings, don't seem to be able to fight off the wear and tear that existence itself creates.
Yellow is a color that means a lot to me, I guess. It used to be my favorite color as a kid, and it's my Aunt's favorite color. It's sunshine and life and God. But it's also traffic cones, construction work, and warning signs.
I don't like the color yellow as much anymore. I think it's because at a certain point, I was 15 or 16, and I decided it was too immature, but also too old. Yellow became both a color I associated with babies and with senile people who sort of became babies again. Honestly, at that age, I was probably scared of being seen as a child even though I was one. I was also overly concerned about what other people thought about me.
I'm pretty neutral about yellow now. It's a nice color and goes with a lot of other things.
Red is one of my current favorite colors. In the context of accessories, at least. I think it's an amazing color when used in small details, but not so much when it covers an entire surface.
But rust is a different story.
It's subtle and can be used more extensively. That's what I think, at least. And that could be because of a lot of things. Maybe I'm not a really bold person, so something too bright scares me a little. Probably, I dislike standing out too much.
I love rust. I like that I know something is old when I see remnants of rust. I also like that I know someone loves something old when there's no rust. It tells a story. A story of water and attention. Use and lack of use. It's something that can really show you a lot without saying a word.
