I am painting my kitchen walls "smoldering red", my cabinets a "midnight grey"...
I am contemplating how apt those color choices really are.
...Something in me is smoldering...not in a bad way. It's as if the flame that lights one's soul dies down and barely holds heat during crisis times: death, divorce, loss of faith in all things we once held to be true...it gets so cold and that smolder of ash barely makes it...
Then, if we are lucky, a breeze comes along and fans that dying heat back to flame...
Forgive the bad metaphors, but a bunch of breezes have saved my ash( god how I love bad puns!)
My dearest friend and art buddy's faith in me, gives me faith in myself...he sees me as bold and brave and I will try to prove him right!!! I will dare to choose red...
So, "smoldering red" it is...all over my walls, all over my heart...I was afraid to choose it but a friend told me that it IS me, and damn it, I think he is right. So I will smolder and smile at the bold choice...
As for the midnight grey...well, sometimes the dark makes the flame seem even brighter...midnight is a time where we dare to dream...grey is the color of my hair streak, a reminder that life is short and DO NOT waste even one minute of it...
So, in a week or two, it will be finished...bold, sleek, dark and beautiful. I hope to be the same...
Slante
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