There's something very interesting and unexpected going on right now. I'm really into the idea of color. Not quiet colors either, but loud ones, with bright patterns and prints layered over other patterns and prints. I'm sure it's a byproduct of my paintings right now, which aren't really published anywhere per say, but are posted quite frequently on my Instagram.
Why did it take the painting of fictional dream people for me to be inspired to wear it? It makes sense and it doesn't. I spend plenty of time in front of each painting, familiarizing myself with the intricacy of the prints and the complementary colors that would make the painting really something special to me, and in a way I think that color appreciation has made it's way into my brain and onto my body.
As a staunch advocate for black on black for so long, I have to say I see the appeal: everything seems so happy, even when I'm emotionally not. I'm visible now, and I behave differently because I know I can be seen more easily. I stand out. That's something I always wanted to do in quiet and smart ways after observing, but this new found color theory for my wardrobe throws a wrench into all of that and puts me right into the spotlight of attention. And what do I do? I act accordingly. I don't shy away or stay introverted, I find myself experimenting more with my choices and finding a new sense of style that I never new was ever going to be "me."