24" x 36" acrylic on paper mounted board
I recently read this passage by the Potawatomi botanist Robin Wall Kimmerer in her book "Braiding Sweetgrass" :
"I like to imagine that they were the first flowers I saw, over my mother's shoulder, as the pink blanket slipped away from my face and their colors flooded my consciousness. I've heard that early experiences can attune the brain to certain stimuli, so that they are processed with greater speed and certainty, so that they can be used again and again, so that we remember. Love at first sight."
For me, it's the color yellow. Sometimes more of a feeling than a color. Yellow is Van Morrison on a sunny day. Yellow is the favorite yellow skirt my mom sewed for me when I was 10 years old and I never wanted to outgrow. Yellow is buttercups in the grass I spent my summers laying on with friends. Yellow is a Yellow Warbler bathing in a puddle. Yellow was my grandmother's kitchen smelling of oatmeal cookies. Yellow, it was love at first sight.
