MAV’s post last week on winter colors had me looking around at my own surroundings and my own palette. However, I found myself not being able to move past the soft grays.
Like the fog resting on the rooftops or the frost coating the leaves, it seems to settle over much of my life this time of year.
I dream in gray, I wrap myself in gray, gray tones weave their way into my work. It has a bleak reputation, but gray is synonymous with comfort to me. It is quiet, soft, gentle. Gray is not a show-off. I like that.