Is there such a thing as color constipation?
Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.
The other pastel sticks lurking in this studio
(and they are... rolling around with the dust devils
under the furniture,
stashed in cigar boxes, even lost in my drawers),
sticks which didn’t make the cut
into the box in this round,
well, it’s too damn bad. I’ve hit my limit.
At this point, I am hueless and clueless.
Can’t see the forest greens for the tree greens.
Can’t see the sea blues.
I still have neutrals and grays to do,
but they’re merely ghosts.
I need more boxes, but the thought makes me sweat.
It's all getting blurry...
Hard to believe, but this color junkie
has finally overdosed.
Which is not to say I won’t be back for another hit.
Because... sigh... that’s the nature of the beast.