Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Color It
Describe the most important moment of your life through the use of color. Use various colors to depict the action, emotion, and thoughts you experienced during this moment of your life. Try to be as creative as possible while still conveying the moment in a way that allows your audience to share in this experience.
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The bright white glow of the building illuminated the sky to a point that I couldn’t see. The happiness swelled up in me. I yellowed down the small hallway to a room that was filled with green. Other rooms were filled with black or red, but mine was full of green. That small little alien was red and yellow. Not a very pretty sight, but he was all I wanted to see. I had that green feeling coming into me. I was so purple I couldn’t believe it. Holding that small little ball of yellow for the first time filled my red heart with an emotion I have never felt before.
Princess Pink
It looks like someone threw up Pepto Bismal.
Hot pink, light pink, dark pink
Princess Pink.
Perfection.
A rainbow of different pinks ooze over me,
As I anxiously wait for my guests to arrive.
Pacing, nervous,
Black.
What if nobody shows up?
Are people going to have a good time?
Is my tiara lop-sided?
Calmness.
A light shade of pink hovers over me.
My Dad was standing right beside me.
Telling me that everyone has arrived.
It’s time to party.
Hot Pink.
The butterflies fluttered away.
My anxiety quickly rushed out of my body
And turned into this incredible rush of adrenaline.
I danced, sang, and laughed with my friends and family all night.
I wish it could have lasted forever.
After a long night of the thrown up Pepto,
After every bow was untied off of every Tiffany box
Everything became solemn.
Quiet. Sleep.
The bestest night of my life.
Green numbers blinking 6:00 – it was time to check.
A flash of blue lights up the room as I turn the screen on.
My head is a swirl of colors – anxiety, excitement, uncertainty.
I click the orange square that opens up my profile – and maybe the rest of my life, today.
The white arrow, controlled by my hand of the same color, finds the blue ‘e’.
A mess of black and white as I type – it’s yes or no, black or white.
Two white squares are empty and open before me to fill, like my future.
Black – I close my eyes. I breathe.
The white arrow hesitates over the button.
I click.
“Congratulations!” – My brown eyes scan frantically for these sixteen black characters.
I scream and a rush of white dots fills my head as I run to find my mom.
Blue and Gold – I’m a Bruin !
Blue and yellow divided us but it didn’t matter. The bright white sunshine blinded me through my purple glasses. How was it hotter here than it was at home? Not for long, just a fluke. Soon the biting grey coldness returned, even though it was August. Pink sweatshirts went over the blue and yellow t-shirts. A grassy, green field emphasized the emptiness of this place. Those red brick buildings were the only structures and looked lonely as they jutted up unnaturally from the landscape. A glance to the east showed sprawling, rumbling dark purple peaks. The tops were cloudy white and smooth and they were in the distance but they were a reminder of the past, when things like the Erie Canal and homesteads still existed. How can something so natural seem anachronistic? The salty, sludgy greenness of the Sound had made me unaccustomed to different ways of living. Life was simple there. It was like a sorority with artificial alliances and loyalties: blue or yellow. Only a week in this place. I didn’t hate it, although I anticipated it. New experiences, new memories, new friends. Surprisingly, I found myself wanting to return to that blooming green place. No dark ocean washing up on nonexistent shores, no shiny chrome shopping mall. Just the speckled black-and-white of cows and the brown mud of the farms, yet somehow, I belonged there.
Blinding white, I’m Hungry, deep orange,warmth, friendship, bright yellow, excitement of the city. Walk to chipotle orange and red spicy burritos. Walk to the park, blue, tranquility of good food with close friends. Collapse on to the bright green grass contrasting with our pasty white skin still pale from winter. Pink, childhood playfulness cartwheel, whirl of my head. Lay on the grass comfort; look at the sky the lights of the beautiful gray buildings shine from above. The sky is solid and purple impersonating a ceiling with a beginning and end not a never-ending galaxy in a never-ending series of galaxies. Clear, I am entirely at peace hold on to this moment and never let it go.
Bright lights: orange, green, blue, red, pink, and purple. Advertisements leaping at you to get every piece of green paper you have in your wallet. I belong here; it’s the place I love. White smiles, but no one knows one another. A multitude of cultures surrounding each area. Tall buildings at every corner providing a nice abode for some and a place of work for others. The crowds are mixtures of white and black – diversity at its best. “This is the best place to visit” I thought. I never knew that such a lively region existed 50 miles away from my home. Being outside of that magnificent place, I feel blue – and all I want to do is stay in that sleepless urban area forever.
Seated on a stage illuminated by beacons of pinks and greens and oranges and blues, I looked out to the audience and saw only a vast blackness. We were in our own world, me and eighty-five other people, separated by an invisible, colorless barrier that both isolated and unified us. The lift of a thin, white baton elicited the raising of eighty-six pieces of gold and silver, sparkling with life as they reflected the colored lights above. The baton dropped and the world exploded. A picture was being painted as the colors of the band came together—the woody brown of the clarinets, the flutes’ pretty pastels, the yellow buzzes of saxophones, the siren red of trumpets. The audience listened to the music come alive with great fervor. Each one of us played with genuine passion, our dancing fingers pink with excitement, our lips red with fatigue. The song ended. The explosive roar from the audience brought us back to real life. Standing up, we looked to the audience, our hearts bright yellow with glory. We knew we had accomplished something big. As I stared out at the dark cloud of excitement below me, I knew that this moment was one I would never forget.
Friends and Vermont:
Everything is white. Plumes of white clouds manifest from our mouths as we laugh hysterically. Snow blankets the ground, buildings, and mountains. The ground, horizon, and background all subtly mesh together. There’s an overwhelming sense of warmth in the bitter cold. Eyes closed; everything is soft. The white gives me a sense of purification; I breathe deeply and feel the thick white air fill my lungs. I was content.
I had a college interview for a school in Vermont. The interviewer asked me what I loved most about Vermont. I found myself stuttering for an answer, I blurted out "It reminds me of a Rothko painting". I went out on a limb because I wasn't positive (at all) that it was Rothko's artwork that I was thinking of, thankfully I was right, and the interviewer agreed whole heartedly, and declared he had "never thought of it that way". Below is a painting, not as vibrantly white as I see Vermont, but it is what I fashioned my passage after.
http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c344/rcb30/rothko3.jpg
It was a time that words really can’t explain. The uncertainty of it all and the questions hanging over us like light. What should we do? What do you do in a time like this? Our minds went blank, grey, a slab of concrete mending everything together, leaving no room for thought. And as the day went on, things dwindled; fell from doubt to complete unknowing. But I was assured that things would look up, that everything would be fine. It was silent in my house, the grey had faded to a light brown and everyone had left, I waited to go out, waited with her head in my hands, and her screaming and crying piercing through my purple veins in and out of my ears. And I left. The decision to leave being the worst I have ever made, arriving only to turn around to say goodbye, so dark. My eyes filled with big grey tears until I couldn’t see, and my heart pumped deep red with each second that past. And I waited. When I saw her face, everything came over me, sadness, pain, regret. My face was white and my eyes translucent. I held her hand, waited with her until the last minute; greyblackredpurplebluegreenyelloworangebrownbluegreyblack white. And she left.
A projection clock flashes red on my wall, red alert, time to run, to wake up, red on the inside of my eyes, stumbling to the bathroom in a fog of gray and deep black-blue. The calming yellowish beige of the shower wall lulls me to the deepness of sleep under the white steam and calming ocean blue…black as I slip and hit my head on the wall, flashing stars green and purple… mirrors reflecting blue, black and purple again, splotchy spots of a bruise I now have to live with for the next two weeks. All that this signifies is that red stinks.
Fresh sneakers. White T-shirt. Classic Jeans. Shiny belt. Black hair. Clean face. I look good, clean, fresh. I feel okay.
Shocking white against pebbled pink and gray concrete sidewalks. Left. right. left. right.
I push open a bloody red door framed by dirty browns.
LAVENDER layered on ROSE layered on MAUVE layered on PUCE layered on CERULEAN layered on SUNSHINE and SMOKE.
BURGUNDY and HUNTER GREEN and SKY BLUE and NAVY. SEA GREEN and TANGERINE, BANANA, AND GRAPE.
where i had thought to blend in, i could not.
im shaking. im nervous. i cant breathe. i cant see. im scribble. im black and orange scribble. im a mess. heaving, gasping. where am i?have to move, have to hide, paralyzed its happening again. why? what did i do now? oh no not this im seeing green speckles. there it is. again
Panic Attack.
wait.......... where did it go? im here again arn't i? i remember this place, i remember it well. i have skipped levels and crept so deep. sea of gray. im in a tank. trapped forever no.. its this place. shock. cant feel. cant hear. crystal. white. numb. the pure simple monster.
You.
you found your color.
Nothing
your numb. pure crystal clear. empty. consumed. welcome back he says with those hazel eyes... brown with green speckles.
White.
The sky was gray. Not really, it was blue in physical nature. But the sky was gray. Red singed from the edge of my mouth. Cauterizing parts of what I did not want. Looking as if the gray would give me an answer. It wouldn’t. Who would’ve thought? Pink crevices told me I was right and wrong. Black and white mixed and formed the truth that was neither white nor black. I was wrong and right, but I did not want to be right. Everything was different than before and it would never be the same. I felt the blue seem from the ground and cover everything in a melancholy. And I looked to the sky to confirm my answer. And it did. An empty gray hung above my head.
“What color are we gonna have the shirts be for the summer?” She asked. Previous years, the company had generic white, pink, and blue. We started out green, but we weren’t feeling green. We needed a change.
“We should be hot pink!” someone shouted. Of course SHE wants the shirts to be hot pink, I thought. It fits her perfectly. We all laughed at her off-white, juvenile toothy smile that related to the electric blue shimmer of hope in her eyes.
“What about baby blue?” the timid one whispered. She was always so quiet. If it wasn’t for her striking auburn hair and her outstanding technique, we wouldn’t even know she existed.
“I like purple,” I exclaimed nonchalantly. Everyone laughs, just because I was the one to say it. “Of course you chose the color we never were before,” my best friend states as she scoots her tall, tan lean body closer to me.
“WAIT,” the new one yells, “I HAVE AN IDEA!” We make room for her and her big, midnight black ringlets as she darts into the center of the circle. “We always have the colors on an all black shirt. Why can’t we have, like, navy blue on baby blue instead? Or crimson on light pink!”
And now the commotion started. Blue was holding up a steady fight in the middle of the arena against pink. I kept throwing purple out there, but to no avail. Other colors tried to approach the fight- red, yellow, even green again. But they got nowhere. No one was happy. We were making black.
“Okay guys, calm down!” she yelled, followed by her light pink giggles that revealed how she can’t take any serious situation too seriously. “I’m sure I can have the t-shirt company do everything we want. We can have the different blues and pinks, and we can get purple. Heck, I’m sure we can get different colors too. We don’t have to always have the colors on the main black shirt. We can always be different.”
The gray cloud over us lightened, and each color that was in the fight went to stand on its first prize soapbox. No one was better than anyone else- they were all equal. Yeah, I’m gonna be buff and blue next year, I thought, but I’ll always have the different colors of these people in my heart.
BUZZ! The piercing red flash penetrates the darkness. The birds scream “Wake up!” and I listen. I open my eyes to fight the daylight. I submit to its power and get up out of bed. There is a pit in my stomach and hollowness within me. I was starving but was prohibited to eat. I walk to the kitchen table where my family members eat a feast. It has a golden aura and I see a spot light shine down upon the table. But no, I just sit and watch, unable to participate in this ceremony. I am green with hunger and they were pink with satisfaction. We walk to the car and prepare for the time. I look out the window and I see the swirl of crisp green leaves, puffy white elephants in the sky, a cupcake iced yellow in the sky, and the background painted a shocking blue. Finally, these images are replaced by a parking lot filled to the extent I wanted to fill my stomach. There was flashing red lights and I witnessed the sirens turn from the loud high pitches noise, to a demonic evil tone. This is physics in action—the Doppler effect. I walk patiently through the steel metal doors as see black. I see people who are sick. I see a hazy blue. I see people who are sad. I am at the hospital. I float through the air in a moving machine and arrive at the 14th floor. I fill out zebra printed sheets. All white and black and I scribble on the bottom as the pen explodes black. I shake hands with people but they are faceless. I hear people crying, people worries... Black, yellow, green, blue—there is a mix of colors. I am ready and I lay horizontally on the table, levitating above my body. I see a flowing red as a man pushes the IV into my arm. Then, they wheel me around and I fly into another room cold with the color of silver. Bright lights flash as I see the flashing red light count down. They say 3 2 1…and then there is darkness.
The sun shone a bright shade of yellow. It was blinding, almost white. I ran across the meadow. There something was shining even more brightly. It was a fire, set ablaze. It was a fierce shade of oranges and reds. My nostrils started to burn at the scent of it. I looked around for anything, to stop this mess. I saw a river nearby, shades of blue cutting into this hectic scene. I ran towards it, desperately trying to get away from this fire. When all of the sudden something hit me. Everything turned black.
The blackness overwhelmed the park. As the red, black and white mouse ran from the storm, my heart began to beat faster and faster. People ran as fast as they could for cover from the bright white light. It began to shatter their dreams and hopes as we ran from the world where all our dreams supposedly come true. I had been excited for weeks about going to Disney World but as the dark blues covered the yellow sunshine that had at one time covered the land, my heart sank with the rest of the crowd. Never had my heart felt so black.
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