Aqua Baby Aqua

Aqua, baby, Aqua!

Colour is joy to me. And blue is … the hottest flame lol. It’s my signature colour and I wear it whenever I can. For years, my studio door was aqua. I have aqua shoes. I wear aqua nail polish (especially on my toes). I love the fire in it – that hint of reckless yellow. It’s the perfect colour – whether sky, water, flame or someone’s eyes. (Don’t get me started on that subject lol). It’s divinely beautiful but playful too. For years, I wore black and covered myself up like a woman wearing Purdah in a reactionary regime. What was I thinking? I know now that I was hiding from myself. But once I decided to be me, there was no turning back. I wear it as recklessly as a bird wears its feathers. And if I do don, say, a little black dress, there’s always a flash of my true colour, my aqua self, somewhere else about me.

In a baby’s eyes, blue is a sea of unblinking innocence. On a summer’s day, it’s a sky high with freedom. It’s divinely beautiful but playful too – a total contradiction of passion and serenity. It’s about making the impossible, possible. Blue brings out the red in my hair – and the fire that is my all or nothing heart and need for creative expression. Blue makes me both a peacemaker and my own personal revolutionary. It’s the perfect colour and expresses everything I need to say about … everything!

No wonder my teenage son decided this morning to create a failsafe system for me to remember where I put my sunglasses.

He knows what gets my attention.

It’s Aqua, baby, Aqua.