Did you ever see things in term of color? Pfft- Not I. Since I was a kids i've thought in gradients. As if there was only gradients of color, and mangeled bones of evolution, and change to derive a first, isolation making people. I've imagined city streets come up from the ground, and I've imagined flowing through them like the brease of an industrial fan.
Maybe it's because i'm an artist, and maybe because i'm the jewish boy, who's tan and wavy haired, not nearlyu as curly or as mopey as the rest. And outcaste even from the losers and sharletons of my social crews.
I have a history, a little story about why I've never seen people in the color of their skin.
I was in a watercolor class, when I was little, basically just fingerpaints, a mess, but enjoyable. Four years old, with a flare for messes and little stick figure dragons, sometimes flowers, I found myself tracing every design I could with a dreamy ideal of letting these images emerge from the paper.
My babysitter asked me if I'd ever drawn a person, and well- I had. It was a crayon doodle of a man, a white man, though voluntarily I'd drawn him with an burnt umber crayon. WQhen she asked why, looking at my drawing with question.
"He doesn't look like your older cousin, why didn't you use the peach colored crayon?"
And I responded
'Cause nobody is really white"
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