
I was enthralled. In my hand was a set of 8 waxy colors. At such a young age, I had no clue as to what primary colors were, or which colors complimented the other, but I was well on my way to discovering some of the answers myself. Red and green became the perfect pairing for Christmas scenes, and the orange or yellow suns shone bright over waves upon waves of blue oceans. I was subject to my own lessons in color theory. By mixing reds with whites, I learned that the color would lighten to shades of pink. More white, meant lighter, softer colors. Adding black to any color darkened the hues and with each subsequent addition, I would never be able to return to its original color.
Nowadays, I have studied my fair share of color wheels. I have read about color theory, and the usage of color to accentuate and highlight design. Primary, secondary, and tertiary colors paint murals in my mind. Color is all around us, blanketing every surface of our daily lives. It is ubiquitous but should not be forgotten. Color is that singular box of 8 waxy crayons.
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