Blue. I see it everywhere now, like when you buy a green car and suddenly you notice so many green cars.
The glint of a sapphire engagement ring. A woman in an azure dress. A cobalt blue ribbon. A powder blue car. And of course, my new Bay Area Blue dining room. Even when I am out of my house, away from it, I dream of returning and just inhabiting the blue of the room, liquifying into its walls. This is a deep love.
Can you love a colour? Maggie Nelson asked in Bluets.
“Is to be in love with blue, then, to be in love with a disturbance? Or is the love itself the disturbance? And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back?”
I wrote about my week of procrastination here:
But when I look back now, I wasn’t procrastinating so much as trying to create more hours in the day — getting up at 5am to paint, writing in between and then painting until midnight. I feel that more urgently now in my late forties, without sounding morbid…