IMAGINAL COLORSCAPES (2023—2024)

How does a color exist internally? What is the shape of its world? How are its contours felt?

This informal exercise paints each color as its own internal colorscape. The goal is not to depict each color accurately—it is closer to feeling one’s way around a dark room. Discovering the walls. The edge of a table. The precise texture of carpet.

Originally serving as a personal grounding exercise, this experiment evolved into a playful collaboration with friend and writer Alex Dwyer. It is an exchange of stories in the form of crude drawings—colors held together loosely by sight, imagination, and personal association.

Up, up, up, up. Closer to yellow. It’s going to bring in some pollen, some spring dust. More of a meadow green. Spritely, cute, fun, vibrant. Like baby leaves, flapping in the wind. Wood nymphs. Flowers. Pastures. Something very idyllic.

The sapphire—you can almost taste it. It’s almost like shaved ice-color blue. Almost Hope Diamond-color blue. It’s got some blue-raspberry crystalline qualities, burrowed into the side of the chair’s armrest.

If there’s all of these associations I have around refreshing hydration, like lemonade or honey—something really satisfying to ingest—then there’s something parched about this extremely pale, unsatisfying, dried-up yellow.

All these bright, blinding sensations your eyes have experienced your whole life—they’re all just the oranges of the sun. They’re all in there. Fire. Electronic orange. The-end-of-a-cigarette orange. Anything that’s hot. Anything that’s light.

There was nothing even remotely red in those falls. But there was something about the sheer force of momentum—just flowing, and flowing, and flowing, and flowing—that has this distinct quality that I associate with the force of red.


At the beach she picked up a seashell, bent the side into the light, and the sun splashed across the metallic purple surface. And she would never be the same.

Out of respect for privacy, Purple remains unpublished. The passage above is a placeholder in its honor.

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