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A Case of Mistaken Color

by v_V_v

A painter's wooden palette is used to blend color, if it isn’t quite right  no problem, just wash it and start over. A clean slate with   no layers beneath, no previous unused batches or miss- matches. A fresh start without guilt and the constant reminder of mistaken color. If my brain were this simple I'd be soggy from starts over. Instead, my palette is thick and crusty with mistaken color and every new mix blends the old with the new. These multi-layer batches will never dry out or wash off so I’ve stopped trying. I'm tired of all this mixing and matching where no matter how bright the color I add, it always ends up storm gray..
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62 / M / American
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Oct 1, 2015
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