I love color. I love colour – spelled with a “u” everywhere else except the US, it seems.
I love deeply pigmented, saturated colors. I could rather do without pastels and those various other hues that are wishy-washy and can’t seem to make up their mind as to what shade of purple or green or red they will be. Eggplant purples. Emerald greens. Suburst oranges. Midnight sky blues. Colors that you could dive into they are so deep and rich.
The 2009 Rhinebeck NY Sheep and Wool Show was fantastic, if a bit overwhelming for a newcomer like myself. The whole place was a riotous palette of color from wool, to buttons, to ribbon, to pots of dye. There were richly hued hand-spun wools dyed from natural plant extracts that produced such vivid feasts for the eyes. Even the browns, whites, and greys of the animals were appealing as they rolled about in hay. Of course, one can hardly fail to mention the foliage! It’s hard not to spend a good deal of time craning your neck towards the sky to take in the massive spread of leafy canopies as you drive and drive and drive along the NY interstate. It’s magnificent the way those fiery colors are illuminated against the backdrop of clear blue, cloudless skies. You’d think you’d happened upon some large conflagration of sorts with all of those yellows, reds, and oranges – pure and beautiful and profoundly natural in a world where most beauty is fabricated. Now it won’t be Autumn for me without the anticipation of a trip to Rhinebeck, the explosion of Northeastern Fall foliage, and the smells of wet leaves, wood smoke, and hand-spun wool.