Roger Thomes - Blue/Green
COLOR is for most species, linked to survival: nutrition, protection, and reproduction. Changes in the seasons dictate changes in the colors of living things. However, the most notable exception is homo sapiens (literally, man that [sapientia] discerns). In Western Culture, nature need not tattle a person's age with grey hair. As long ago as the time of ancient Egypt, henna solved that embarrassment. The white pallor of a debutante's skin that betrays her months of nocturnal life, can be banished with a lotion that can bronze her so that she will look as though she had spent hours on Waikiki Beach. And the eyes, referred to as the "windows to a person's soul", can be made to dazzle like stars in a midnight sky by surrounding them with kohl. What woman (and perhaps some men) would not like to have the vamp attraction of Theda Bara? As for attire, the choice of color is literally limitless. Thanks to (or in another sense, despite of, German war reparations) modern non-fading aniline-based dyes make color permanence in cloth a reality. By choosing a favorite color, I join discerning mankind.
Objective explanations for my color choice are straightforward. The reason why I prefer blue-green may be linked to a harmonic of that color's wave-lengths to the wave-lengths of my nervous system. Explaining further is speculation. Blue-green is the combination of two colors: blue, a primary color and green, a secondary color. At its best, the preference of blue-green suggests an ambivalent personality; at its worst, the preference of blue-green suggests a schizophrenic personality. My friends and enemies have not come to an agreement on this question.
Subjective explanations for my color choice may be labyrinthine. I recall that as a very young child, I liked the color blue; I liked the color blue before I knew there was such a thing as a blue sky. I was about six years-of-age, when I also began to like the color green. I liked my green toys and crayons. With green crayons, I traced the outlines of my hands. At puberty, the liking of the two colors seemed to merge and since then, I have liked the color blue-green. Any explanation of "why" would be as fatuous as trying to explain why I like pistachio ice-cream.
Note: The complementary colored stripe on my shirt is representative of my dislike of being categorized, even by my own parameters.
Objective explanations for my color choice are straightforward. The reason why I prefer blue-green may be linked to a harmonic of that color's wave-lengths to the wave-lengths of my nervous system. Explaining further is speculation. Blue-green is the combination of two colors: blue, a primary color and green, a secondary color. At its best, the preference of blue-green suggests an ambivalent personality; at its worst, the preference of blue-green suggests a schizophrenic personality. My friends and enemies have not come to an agreement on this question.
Subjective explanations for my color choice may be labyrinthine. I recall that as a very young child, I liked the color blue; I liked the color blue before I knew there was such a thing as a blue sky. I was about six years-of-age, when I also began to like the color green. I liked my green toys and crayons. With green crayons, I traced the outlines of my hands. At puberty, the liking of the two colors seemed to merge and since then, I have liked the color blue-green. Any explanation of "why" would be as fatuous as trying to explain why I like pistachio ice-cream.
Note: The complementary colored stripe on my shirt is representative of my dislike of being categorized, even by my own parameters.
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