2006-09-21 08:55:16 · 19 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Visual Arts ➔ Painting
My favorite color is... the color of sunset... I know it isn't a color... but it's an amazing group of confusing lines and colors... that let anyone wondering.
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2006-09-25 08:41:10 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 3⤊ 0⤋
There is a pickup I have seen in the neighborhood that sticks out like a neon light. The color is between blue and purple, it isnt flouresent, but there is something special about it. I can only describe it as "electric". Have you seen anything where you live painted like that?
2006-09-29 08:36:55 · answer #2 · answered by leannonme 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
For those who put black and white, I must tell you that they are not colors. My favorite color is Blood -red, no pink in it at all.
2006-09-21 16:04:57 · answer #3 · answered by Sirius Black 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
it depends on when you ask me that!! I think sage-y green is my favorite now, but if I see a warm wonderful shade of red--that it, too!! Or a deep, rich blue....I love it!! How can you decide on just ONE color when the world has so many beautiful hues???!
2006-09-21 16:03:44 · answer #4 · answered by poppet 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
My favorite color is hazel,that is the color of my eyes.
2006-09-21 16:08:05 · answer #5 · answered by gjbfoto 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Red
2006-09-21 21:55:08 · answer #6 · answered by p.g 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
When I was a child, maybe 4 or 5, someone gave me this huge, red, translucent lollipop. I spent ages looking at it, watching the play of light through it. Recently, I was cycling through the countryside and I was stopped in my tracks by the colour of some red berries on a tree. I was that child again, looking at the play of light on the sheen of the berries.
My grandma had a necklace of turqouise and blue beads, polygons of glass. Now, when I see a certain type of turqouise and blue sunset, I have a warm feeling because my grandma was a kind and lovely person. One day I was driving along on a beautiful evening with my five year old son and he said, Wow, dad, look at the colour of the sky. It was that exact turquoise and blue, and I stopped the car, just to let him look at it.
I had a toy 'Batman' car when I was about seven. It was black with a red gun on top of it. I love the IBM Thinkpad (I have two, indeed, am writing on one of them now) because it is famously red and black.
Why do colours mean so much to me? Because I loved them as a child, and now as an adult my love for colour has matured and become a part of me. I simply enjoy beautiful colours, whether in nature, or paintings, or someone's eyes, or someone's jewellery. I particularly love to read writers who use colour to paint a picture. It's perhaps no surprise that my favourite writer is Ruskin, a 19th cent. English polymath who loved colour as much as anyone who has ever lived. Here's a famous example of his powers of descriptive writing - a bit of a 'purple passage' by modern standards, it's true, but you have to imagine the scene in Europe that Ruskin was looking at:
'The noonday sun came slanting down the rocky slopes of La Riccia, and their masses of entangled and tall foilage, whose autumnal tints were mixed with the wet verdure of a thousand evergreens, were penetrated with it as with rain. I cannot call it colour, it was conflagration. Purple, and crimson, and scarlet, like the curtain of God's Tabernacle, the rejoicing trees sank into the valley in showers of light, every separate leaf quivering with buoyant and burning life; each, as it turned to reflect or to transmit the sunbeam, first a torch and then an emerald. Far up into the recesses of the valley, the green vistas arched like the hollows of mighty waves of some crystalline sea, with the arbutus flowers dashed along their flanks for foam, and silver flakes of orange spray tossed into the air around them..."
(Modern Painters, Vol I, Part 2, Sec 2, Ch2)
I don't what you think, but to me that is a gorgeous piece of prose and the idea of "silver flakes of orange spray" makes as beautiful an image as blue and gold, or scarlet and silver, as found so often in heraldic painting.
To answer your question: I have many favourite colours and they will always take me back to my childhood: if I live long enough, they will keep me happy in my old age.
2006-09-21 16:57:12 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
blue is the color of my true love eyes in the morning when he rises
2006-09-29 10:47:30 · answer #8 · answered by desert_kats 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Its hard to pick just one the world contains a plethora of beautiful hues!
My top faves are always variations of BLUE!
2006-09-21 16:04:51 · answer #9 · answered by Wiski 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Deep, dark, rich maroon red
2006-09-21 16:04:09 · answer #10 · answered by super.sweep 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋