Color Theory
- Purple -
Grace's point of view of her parents
Purple is royalty. A mysterious color, purple is associated with both nobility and spirituality. The opposites of hot red and cool blue combine to create this intriguing color. They are royalty, in thier own right, they rule each others world.
Because purple is derived from the mixing of a strong warm and strong cool color it has both warm and cool properties. I see so much of both of them in me. Her demanding fiery red and his cool, calming blue, a strange mixture of pink and purple. I am the slightly softer side of her and the slightly warmer side of him. Sometimes I look at them and can't quite believe the swirling currents of blue and the destructive fire of red that is so obviously clouding around them, it makes them hard to see sometimes, wrapped up in their own world.
They have this uncanny ability to communicate with just their eyes, her large green eyes and his piercing blue ones. Blue and green meeting to create turquoise, the color of water. They will stare at each other, across a table, or across a room and instinctively know what the other is thinking.
While purple is the color of royalty, lavender is the color of femininity. It's a grown up pink. Lavender has long been a favorite flower. This shade of purple suggests refinement along with grace, elegance, and something special. Her delicate features exude femininity and mystery. She is beautiful, and I am not just biased, she really is. He has to fight battles to keep others away from her and she just rolls her eyes and places her hand on his cheek, and he caves, his dark blue creeping away, being replaced by a light blue as he places his lips over hers.
Combining the stable and calming aspects of blue with the mystical and spiritual qualities of purple satisfies the need for reassurance in a complex world. I have always had a close bond with him. I used to sleep with his Purple Heart under my pillow, so proud of my father. He found it one day and had to explain everything, every single detail of his past that he had tried to hide from my, that I had missed with my eye. I have never experienced a feeling like it, rich dark purple trying to dilute his dark almost black blue, both of them mixing, blue trying to get out. She said he had always been like that though, desperate to cling onto guilt and pain, like he deserved it, and he felt guilty that we took most of the pain away. I was even more proud of him after that, if that was possible.
Blues with lavender are cool and sophisticated combination. They would turn heads, both of them together. So obviously in love, so obviously proud to have each other, and my heart would swell when they both looked at me. Surrounded by calming blue and warm red is my favorite thing in the world.
The color purple suggests something unique or extremely special with a deeper mystery than blue. They have always evoked the color purple in my mind. Mysterious looks that flash between them when they think no one else is looking, special touches that linger slightly longer that necessary, a unique love that is so obvious but rarely voiced.
Because purple is derived from the mixing of a strong warm and a strong cool color it has both warm and cool properties. My father, the cool one, always so strong, always a hero, my hero, mother's hero. His piercing blue eyes making you aware of the fact that you can never lie to him. And my mother, the warm one, also so strong, her warm, inviting green eyes make you want to melt into her arms, inhale the scent of her rich red hair and never grow up. The perfect mixture of coolness and warmth.
FIN