When I think about color, I used to think about the color of something… like a red ball or orange cliffs. The more I learned about how color works, from painting, I began to realize it’s all based on light… and reflections. The red ball isn’t really red when we are painting it in strong daylight, most of the ball would appear in shadow, and therefore blue, or purple.

In the the relativity of color and it’s dual nature as both something that exists in a quality in the world, and something that responds in our our eyes and brain, color is a perception and also a stand-alone reality. I’m interested in color being experienced but never able to be proven to two people they are having the same experience. In the same way that ghosts and specters once occupied the place between the explainable and the unexplainable, color could be real for one person in a totally different way than it is for someone else.