As an Indian, vibrant colors have always been an integral part of my identity. One of my earliest memories of colors was at a family wedding, where I my mother and her sisters were draped in a mesmerizing array of bright silk sarees. The sight of those vivid hues and delightful color combinations under the gleaming lights left me in awe. I was particularly smitten with my mother's lavender-gold double shade saree.
In my culture, silk garments are reserved for special occasions. I vividly recall an event when I was around 10 years old – my family had just built a new house, and we celebrated the housewarming ceremony. For this auspicious occasion, we all adorned ourselves in new silk clothes. I chose a radiant red long skirt with a matching blouse. I felt incredibly opulent and joyful as I twirled in that vibrant red attire. I cherished that outfit and wore it for every festival and ritual until I eventually outgrew it.
To me, colors are synonymous with the brilliance of shiny silks – a captivating sight that fills my heart with delight. Now, since I cannot own all kinds of colorful silks. The closest equivalent to that is working with oil paints. Although I thoroughly enjoy creating intricate black and white abstract Zentangles, there's an unparalleled joy in mixing my own oil colors. I don't have a favorite; any bright and cheerful hue fills my heart with excitement. The process of blending colors on my palette is a deeply fulfilling experience. Witnessing how colors interact with one another, giving birth to fascinating new shades, never ceases to amaze me.