Wipe your paintbrush clean
dip it into life
and paint laughter
on your face.
Listen to the silent color
imbue into your soul
voyage through joy
inhale cool spring air
with deep embrace.
Paint your canvas
with new color of life
warming your spirit.
Let juices of life
run down your chin
in hushed colors.
Dullish, faintish, softish. The color might have fallen into either the green family or the blue family; however, I couldn't tell. All I saw was the pigment I dipped my industrial paint brush in.
The huge blank canvas was set out before me, like a blank page waiting to be written on. Roalle was the perfect color to use in the first strokes of a painting coming into being.
But what was roalle going to make? It had a green hue that sort of transitioned into a gray throughout, and the dullness of it might have been, at its most extreme, a little bit disturbing. How dull could a color be?
It made me think of rainy days in the spring of Portland and stained overalls. It made me think of old, peeled limes. It made me think of antique picture frames and ancient door handles in a mansion. It made me think of scratchy wool sweaters. It made me think of bitter chocolate and sweet almonds. Short haircuts and sea salt. Dark circles. Smudges of light eyeliner. Puffy clouds in a gray sky. Going to the beach during the winter.
I didn't even have to think. My brush started to swipe across the canvas, making its shapes along the edges and through to the middle where it swirled around and around, creating a floral sort of pattern but a random one.
And the result of what I created was a mixture of abtract shapes and the flowery designs of my paintbrush, all done with varying quantities of roalle paint.
And let me tell you, it was beautiful.
I dip my finger in it and wipe it on my girlfriend’s freckled nose.
“Aah! What is this!?”
She wipes it off with her sleeve like a cat grooming himself.
When she sees it on her arm her eyes bulge.
“No.” She says.
“Yes.” I confirm.
Now her blooming face shares my ecstasy.
“I did it, Babe! It’s the first entirely new color ever invented!”
“BABE!” She wails, jumping on me like a baby monkey on its mamma. “YOU’RE GOING TO BE FAMOUS!”
“You know what I named it? I named it Bertha.”
She looks at me the happiest I’ve ever seen her in the 14 years we’ve been together.
It’s likely I’m going to be famous as the first scientist to ever create a completely new color. It’s likely I’ll be in history books. But I understand more than ever before that it won’t matter when I have this silly lady along for the whole ride.
“You named it after me?”
The Color of Happiness
I discovered a new color,
The color of happiness,
Off I go to paint the world.
First I will steal a plane,
And send the paint down,
Like a shower of rain.
Then I will dump some,
On all the landmarks,
Of the entire world.
Across the Wall of China,
On the roof of the Taj Mahal.
Above the new World Trade Center,
Along the Golden Gate Bridge.
On the torch of the Statue of Liberty.
Into the Panama Canal,
On top of Chichen Itza.
Cover the Eiffel Tower,
Repaint Burj Khalifa.
I will travel more,
I will spread the color,
To every place I can.
You may call it vandalism,
But I call it a spread,
Will you help me spread happiness?
The color was new, bright and bold. Even in the inky coils that prevailed in my paintbrush, it shone like a beacon. It made me think of wind against a canyon, an eagle crying in the desert. It was a shade of blue I had never seen before.
I grabbed a canvas from the stacks leaning against my wall. Closing my eyes, I envisioned the painting I would make. I spread the color in a wide arc, beginning the first part of the painting.
True to itself, it glowed, lighting up the painting in a way other colors could not. I sketched feathers on a grey sky, filling them in with the color and adding strokes of yellow as a background. I lightly filled the birds in with Novus, as I had decided to call it, complimenting everything I could.
As I used my fingertips to spread a maroon that was the shade of a peony, I thought of how everything was tied in and added it to the clouds, which were rolling in a painted sky.
In the end, there was an eagle, dappled with green and Novus, grass bending to make way for wind, which held faces that laughed as they passed. Clouds that seemed to be made from the beard of some ancient god drifted in, bringing stinging rains that flattened a sea of white roses.
If I discovered a new color I would call it pinka-frast.
When you put on this color people would know you don't live in the past.
You got up this morning on a mission to do your very best.
And putting on this color and ignoring the negative is going to be your test.
You see, we can't change what happened then,
But we can alter what happens now.
We can either ignore the ignorance of the past
or let it bring us down.
If I could paint my color on the walls of life today.
I would paint it on our nation that lives for yesterday.
Remember the past is what is called, a time in life that has been lived.
You now live for today and a future is what you give.
Zepys is a vibrant, bright colour that feels like bravery and freedom. The best way to describe it is the twinkle of stain glass. Its a colour that goes well with other strong colours like red, purple and royal blue. Zepys is the colour of magic in the air, in my home dimension, but for the sake of human readers on this side, I describe the colour as a kind of clear-ish purple.
With this new colour, I'd paint a dragon, sprinkling its strength to the world below through the shimmer of its wings.