Beige is not a color, it’s a cry for help

How to choose a color.

Try to represent the landscape and the natural terrain around the building. Pull from the tints and textures of the surrounding trees, the grasses, the reeds, the cool depths of an adjacent stream. Get inspired by the outcroppings of sandstone to the south of the site, by the wood, split for firewood down by the hillside. Close your eyes, feel the gentle breeze on your skin, spotted and freckled by the sun. See the deer grazing in the nearby woods, their stiff fur, and tufted tails. See the fish in the stream, glinting and sparkling in the daylight, reflective, and scaled. Look up to the clouds weighted and greyed with rain vapor, held aloft on shifting currents. Look inside yourself. Truly see your character, your flaws, your aspirations, and disappointments, your life, begun and paused in fits and starts of uncertainty and ambition and longing and desire. Your ritualist repetitious activities, your daily attempts at greatness, daily thwarted by your very limitations as a human being, your ineptitude, your carelessness with other’s emotions, your lack of love, your inability to show anyone how much you care, how much you truly adore them, how much you miss the touch of their skin, the small flecks in their eyes.

Ok, maybe don’t look there anymore.

Just paint it beige.

 

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