It’s early morning; I’m sipping coffee and mixing paint. I live and work in a world of color. I don’t know how I got here, or when I fell in love with these specific pigments, but I seem to know what I’m doing. See, I’ve always been attracted to color, and when using it, I have to listen to my intuition.
My pallet is forever growing, changing, and in a lot of ways, staying the same. It’s quite the opposite of my daily uniform of introverted white, black, and denim — much more eccentric. You know when you start a project, and you really can’t see where it’s going until it’s finished? Well, as I slipped out of bed this morning, that happened to me. I looked around my home and realized that it is fully furnished. Dust is collecting, a few scratches have appeared on the floor, and somehow in the past six months this place became my place.
A little mix of everything, just like me. I’m indecisive, so when it comes to décor, I just follow what my heart is telling me. When I first began planning, I stumbled upon my grandmother’s vintage Duncan Phyfe sofa, which she hand-upholstered in a mossy green, mustard, and pale pink striped print. I couldn’t let that go, and so my palette began.
I always thought my first place would be all white. White walls, white furniture, white everything. I love how white creates that clean cut, airy feeling. It’s the perfect base, but my heart told me I needed warmth. I’m the type of person that is extremely affected by surroundings, so bringing that temperature into the place was vital. I did so through texture, pattern, and setting no creative boundaries for myself. Whatever I felt inside, I went with, and the outcome has made me realize how much of my happiness comes from the palette of this place. Bubblegum pinks, rusty browns, collard greens and mustard yellows mixed with charcoal greys, and stone cold blacks.
While mixing shades and looking around my apartment, I felt relief, one that I wanted to hold onto for a while. I decided to form a physical palette that reflected all of the different colors that I used in my décor. I dated a file, named each color stroke, and on the back, wrote the hues I mixed to create each different shade. This archive will be helpful with every move, re-decorate, or simply the need to see my colors within. My palette has been forming inside of me for years without me even knowing it; I see my travels to the rolling hills of Tuscany in each shade of green, I see the same pinks that my muse, Frida Kahlo, once wore on her flower crown, I see tart yellows — the same shades that are in my lemon meringue pie. My palette is inspired through travel, music, love, food, art and emotion. It is with me now, and will probably change many times as the years pass. As I grow, my palette grows with me, and I’ll express it through my surroundings and let it make me feel everything in all the ways colors can.
Take a look around your home, wardrobe, and art. What colors do you see? What is your palette? What shades make you feel happy, sad, excited? Document them! + Let me know in the comments!