I fancy being the person who names paint colours.
It would encourage me to see colour everywhere. Not simply notice the distinct colours we instantly imagine with words like dandelion and rose – I’d really see colour. I’d notice shades of dandelion and how a rose alters its colours as it reveals itself to the sun. Leaves aren’t green, they’re grey-green, bright green, yellow-green, golden-brown and crimson. My black cat isn’t black but has tones of chocolate and charcoal.
I’d notice colour where I once did not.
And if I had such a profession, what would my job title be? Colour Assignment Officer? Colour Tag Coordinator? Creative Colour Consultant?
Ooh, I might call myself a COLOUR IMAGINATOR
I’ve invented a few colour names (I say ‘invented’, they might exist for all I know) but I won’t tell you what colours they represent to me – you decide for yourself.
And here are a few intangible colours:
Would you like a colour more if it had the right name? Would you be swayed towards Seasalt and Driftwood beause you lived near a beach? Or is the right colour, simply right?
Our connection with colour is a wonderful thing.
And there’s this. If you haven’t seen it already, it features Ethan who discovers the joy of NOT being colour blind. [A bit of warning, he does drop the F-bomb a few times]
Looking is one thing, but seeing is magical.