Or so Sara says.
You see, my partner’s favorite color is orange, and hers is a strong preference. You might say it borders on the extreme.
I suppose, it’s not unlike my extremist point of view when it comes to empty cat food cans, my over-indulgence in un-iced strawberry Pop Tarts, or my craziness for cake (a heavily frosted fanaticism, in this instance).
I tend to tease Sara less about color and more for being particular about placement, since where one puts things matters so much to her. I’ve even been known to unkindly and thoughtlessly call her a placement Nazi. (She claims it’s the architect in her. I’m not buying it.)
However, her feelings about color are almost as strong. You could say she has palette preferences:
Orange is good.
Pink is bad.
Thus, “Pink and purple people tend to be different.”
“Different from what?” you might ask. Do these fuscia-loving zealots differ from folks who have a simple, everyday preference for, say, orange?
Okay. You’re right. I tend toward hyperbole. My mocking is merciless, and Sara deserves a partner who’s more respectful of her color likes and dislikes..
However, my tireless, some might say, manic making of art in recent weeks has me thinking lots about color..
But you should decide for yourselves. Has my creation of art become as extreme as Sara’s palette preference? Do I need to slow down, get some rest, read a few blogs, maybe even leave a comment or two? Has my morphing of things as ordinary as empty cat food cans into fun-filled art gone a bit too far? Have I taken this scraps-into-craft and junk-into-joy thing a little too far?
Take a look. Decide for yourselves.
The first set of photos shows the containers I’ve created out of empty soup cans. They can be used as vases, pencil holders, or anything else you might imagine.
Next up is wall art made out of empty cat food cans that have been painted and mounted on scrap pieces of lumber. Notice how I use tabs from Coke cans to create flowers and the plastic lids from two liter soda bottles to build a border.
And last but not least is wall art sans cans. These pieces incorporate prints of art I created in a one-dimensional form some years ago but reinvent here three dimensionally. Check out how I build dimension in some pieces toward the end of this post, by mounting prints on scraps of painted cardboard and elevating them on recycled soda lids.
So, whether or not my manic making and crazy creating has gone on long enough, whether my love of trash is as extreme as Sara’s anti-pink propaganda or her adoration of orange, I’d love to know which palette you prefer. Do you have a favorite color?