Color is…

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Life. It is love. It is celebration. It is the sound
of the drum echoing in the evening.
The decadent flow of a dancer hopping to the beat of her own story
the stitches to her soul.
Color is fruits, vegetables in your countertop,
the fish, the meat in your plate, the cocktail at the bar.
Color is liquified, blend. It sparkles.
It is juicy.
It is the trampoline, the tambourine on the hotel balcony
the blood in your vein
the color of your hair, your eyes,
the sugar in your pie.
Color is your heart, your emotions, your feeling
threatened by the colorless water,
tasteless transparent!

©️ Angela Aguiar

Just A Test Swab

 

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A girl can only do one thing at a time. I try to spread my wings sometimes but every so often, I find myself on a multipurpose platform, trying to find my equilibrium. Yes, I can multitask but I am not extendable, I only have two hands after all, so I decided to do what works. So, for the past few weeks, I have locked myself in a cage and embraced my other passion, painting thus my intermittent absence from the blogosphere world lately. I am prepping for a show. And then you have this. No, it is not a paint or anything in particular but it could be. Perhaps, a handbag or whatever hit my brain later but for now, it is just me, in the testing mode. It is a test swab. Yes, I not only create my own fabrics but also the various colors use.