the conversation from the last post (if you haven’t read the comments, or contributed your own story… go!) has me thinking about what colors have really changed for me in the last few years, especially since i’ve started dyeing as a major part of the fiber arts that i pursue.
both of these color changes have to do with my homeland: montana.
variations on certain shades of blue and green have become attractive… think bright and dark piney greens layered in front of bright sky blue. think cold mornings and 90 degree days of the most delicious dry heat. this change has been so pronounced that ben has even noticed it.
the second color change is more recent, developing since i changed dye brands last summer.
variations on all shades of yellow – we are now in late summer montana. think fields of wheat, dry yellow grasses on the side of the road. or early summer – think sagebrush buttercups.
how have the places and spaces that you have spent time with affected the way you look at color?