I Work Better in color...

“I work better in color” …. -Me
“Life is better in color”- Bree
“I get confused in Black &White” –me

Note: you should write a quote book of all the funny things that you, and others say.
“I had a quote wall… and every time someone came in and said something funny or ….we wrote it on the wall.” –Bree

What does that mean? What is color? And why do we love it so much? And if I work better in color, why is it that the palette in which I live my life [the clothes I wear etc.] is made up of so many shades of grey? I ask you, why?
Is it because a little bit of color goes a long way? That when you have so many colors and pattern the beauty of each becomes blurred and nothing makes sense…they negate each other, and become neutral. Is it because the enthralling beauty of color, pattern and texture are better seen against the plain, the ‘boring’, the neutral... these things are experienced to their fullest extent when they are touched, caressed, loved and lived in moderation, for it is in this moderation that they are expanded and their purposed fulfilled. Why does that scarlet red dress stand from the crowd? If not for the sea of grey to bring it out, making it brighter, more relevant and oh, so elegant and alluring. It caused the blood to rush to our heads and hearts causing us to experience life in a whole new way, thinking things we’d never have thought when confronted with a cloud-like grey.

Winter is approaching

It is cold outside today...It isn't just my mood.
Generally I like grey days, which is exactly what this is, but not when I have to leave my warm apartment for no other reason than to work...don't get me wrong, I don't mind working, but I hate going to school, the cold hard studio floor, the overpriced uncomfortable chairs to do a project that I don't know how to execute no matter how much I 'understand' what to do, I don't know how to actually do it! It is this that frustrates me. I feel as if all the good things in my life are sliding farther and farther away from me- I’m grasping at the proverbial straws and coming up with nothing…I want my friends, all of them, I want my man, and my family… I’m just tired of being alone and on my own.

History

Yesterday...Tuesday November 4th, 2008. A moment that will forever be remembered as a defining moment in American history- the election of Barack Obama as the first African-American President of the United States Of America...and I was in the city of Chicago when it all occurred... the tense waiting while the votes were counted, the gracious concession speech of the opposing candidate and the historic address to the nation of the President elect... It is historic.
I may not believe in all of his ideals or agree with all of his policies I will support our leader and pray that God will use him as an instrument of change and growth.

One Minute

I have but a minute, so a minute I will take, to type, to write to document.... This life is but a vapor and I am but a flame and some day we'll all go up in the smoke that we make burning rubber as we fly down the Highway of life... My minute is over and my writing is done, but hopefully I can still get something done