I couldn't love Target's newest ad campaign more. I believe so much in color--can you do that? Can you believe in visible light and spectrums?
I believe in color because of the winter when I thumb-tacked fabric to my walls--a bright blue impressionist floral with smudges of neon orange and yellow, a soft muslin covered by miniature navy and red dashes, a small swatch of jade linen. It hung in great strokes and swings above my bed. The flowers and dashes draped across my dusty blinds for weeks, and the green wiped the cinders from my soul. The blues, the yellows, that red--they saved me.
I believe in visiting local museums to loiter. I lean in closely to see the gobs of oil color that made up golden streaky fields and pink peculiar faces. I walk the aisles at Home Depot--my love affair with color started there a few years ago, in front of the rainbow wall of paint swatches.
I believe in painting my fingernails in spicey corals, and in color-coding bookshelves. I believe in looking up to the milky blue sky. The trees will soon popcorn into pink blossoms and yellow blades of baby grass will appear at our feet. The black mountains are washing to a smudgy purple; the sun leaves paintings of orange and fuchsia each evening. I will leave the blinds and curtains pulled to let the tie-dyed sky and supple green canopies in, and I'll feel my own breath so fully.
Color changes everything.