Post by derek on Apr 6, 2016 21:03:03 GMT
I am no good as these prompts. Here is my attempt to describe blue, with something of a light tone.
Perhaps the reason why describing my favorite color is so challenging is because, unlike something like red or orange, which are more limited in their scopes, Blue is something broad. It can mean so many different things to different people, depending on the situation in which it’s encountered. Light like a robin’s egg, dark enough to be black. Bright and inviting, like the ocean. Dark and foreboding, like the ocean. Blue is even an emotion, a kinder way to say one is feeling depressed. There’s no one way to talk about blue, as every limitless shade is a unique idea, emotion, or feel.
Sorry, that doesn’t help you at all, does it? You’re blind. You may not have even seen colors. Here I am, describing different shades of something that means nothing to you.
Let me try again.
Blue is vast. It can mean anything to anyone, as I said. But for me, blue represents possibility. Both the sky and the ocean are blue, and they are both as close to endless as my brain can understand. I look up at the sky, a long stretch of nothingness, colored a light, inviting blue, broken up only sporadically by fluffy clouds. Like a cotton ball. Imagine a sheet of paper with cotton taped to it with no real direction, and you have the idea.
This emptiness does not feel limiting or scary though. Instead, it feels open to exploration. Because I can confirm nothing is in the sky, then that means there’s a chance for everything, you know? Anything could be out there, just waiting to be found. Much like a blank sheet of paper, all but begging for the writer to fill it with thoughts, ideas, characters and stories. A blank sheet of paper can be scary, as there is no guidelines. But, it’s also freeing, because there’s nothing stopping you. The sky is a kind of gateway to a vast space beyond our own, able to contain anything my brain can think of (and maybe things my brain can’t understand, as well.
Got a bit metaphysical there. That’s not going to help you understand blue any better, is it? Damn. I didn’t think so.
Maybe understanding dark blue can help. Keeping with the idea of the sky, a dark blue sky is generally more foreboding, as it is generally a sign of a storm. While still full of possibility, those possibilities feel like they have a higher chance of being negative, or plain bad. A storm is not good for a captain in a ship at sea. He can look at the sky, and know dread as he wonders how he will navigate what will become dangerous, scary waters.
Though, the sky can be dark blue as night approaches. The end of a long day. A welcomingly dark blue, inviting rest and relaxation. A confirmation of the completion of a challenging day—the understanding that you made it through the hard day and can finally get a reward for your hard work.
Still not helping, huh? Let’s try this.
Blue is a soft color, a cool color. Unlike a harsh orange of the sun or the red of a heat lamp, blue is for water. You know the first blast of cold you get from jumping in a pool? That is blue. My sheets on my bed are blue, a dark blue. They always feel cool when I first climb in, and even as my body heat warms them, they still have a sense of being cool and gentle.
Cold is often associated with blue, but I don’t think that’s the best way to describe it. Freezing cold, like snow, I would think of as white. White cold. White hot. White is the extreme temperature. I would think of blue as a gentler version of cold, going lighter the more uncomfortable it gets.
Does that help?
Damn. I knew I sucked at imagery. Sorry, I think I’m out of ideas here.
Perhaps the reason why describing my favorite color is so challenging is because, unlike something like red or orange, which are more limited in their scopes, Blue is something broad. It can mean so many different things to different people, depending on the situation in which it’s encountered. Light like a robin’s egg, dark enough to be black. Bright and inviting, like the ocean. Dark and foreboding, like the ocean. Blue is even an emotion, a kinder way to say one is feeling depressed. There’s no one way to talk about blue, as every limitless shade is a unique idea, emotion, or feel.
Sorry, that doesn’t help you at all, does it? You’re blind. You may not have even seen colors. Here I am, describing different shades of something that means nothing to you.
Let me try again.
Blue is vast. It can mean anything to anyone, as I said. But for me, blue represents possibility. Both the sky and the ocean are blue, and they are both as close to endless as my brain can understand. I look up at the sky, a long stretch of nothingness, colored a light, inviting blue, broken up only sporadically by fluffy clouds. Like a cotton ball. Imagine a sheet of paper with cotton taped to it with no real direction, and you have the idea.
This emptiness does not feel limiting or scary though. Instead, it feels open to exploration. Because I can confirm nothing is in the sky, then that means there’s a chance for everything, you know? Anything could be out there, just waiting to be found. Much like a blank sheet of paper, all but begging for the writer to fill it with thoughts, ideas, characters and stories. A blank sheet of paper can be scary, as there is no guidelines. But, it’s also freeing, because there’s nothing stopping you. The sky is a kind of gateway to a vast space beyond our own, able to contain anything my brain can think of (and maybe things my brain can’t understand, as well.
Got a bit metaphysical there. That’s not going to help you understand blue any better, is it? Damn. I didn’t think so.
Maybe understanding dark blue can help. Keeping with the idea of the sky, a dark blue sky is generally more foreboding, as it is generally a sign of a storm. While still full of possibility, those possibilities feel like they have a higher chance of being negative, or plain bad. A storm is not good for a captain in a ship at sea. He can look at the sky, and know dread as he wonders how he will navigate what will become dangerous, scary waters.
Though, the sky can be dark blue as night approaches. The end of a long day. A welcomingly dark blue, inviting rest and relaxation. A confirmation of the completion of a challenging day—the understanding that you made it through the hard day and can finally get a reward for your hard work.
Still not helping, huh? Let’s try this.
Blue is a soft color, a cool color. Unlike a harsh orange of the sun or the red of a heat lamp, blue is for water. You know the first blast of cold you get from jumping in a pool? That is blue. My sheets on my bed are blue, a dark blue. They always feel cool when I first climb in, and even as my body heat warms them, they still have a sense of being cool and gentle.
Cold is often associated with blue, but I don’t think that’s the best way to describe it. Freezing cold, like snow, I would think of as white. White cold. White hot. White is the extreme temperature. I would think of blue as a gentler version of cold, going lighter the more uncomfortable it gets.
Does that help?
Damn. I knew I sucked at imagery. Sorry, I think I’m out of ideas here.
I struggled with this prompt, because imagery is hard. Glad you found something memorable.