Why I Can’t Work With Beige, Pastels or Warm Colours.

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Colour, Vibe, and the Need for Mood in Every Piece.

Some people feel energised by burnt orange, warm peach tones, and dusky pastels. I am not one of those people. Put me near a display of soft beiges and autumn shades and I feel like I’ve walked into a creative care home, everything muted, drained, and slowly giving up. These colours don’t lift me. They suck the life right out of me. They're the colour of retreat. Of endings. Of the world winding down and conserving energy to survive.

Autumn colours in particular? The actual shades of death and decay. Leaves falling. Trees withdrawing. Everything brittle, brown, and bracing for impact. There’s no spark in that for me, only loss.

Black, on the other hand, is not a void. Not absence. It’s intensity. It’s absorption. It’s every colour pulled inward at once, held in tension. I wear black, I work in black, and I create best when black is somewhere in the mix. It anchors. It empowers. It gives shape and weight to every other tone around it. I don’t see it as dark, I see it as full. Rich. Whole.

I need drama in a palette. Contrast. Tension. Energy. Even when I use colour, it tends to be jewel-toned, cool, or ethereal. Give me silver over gold. Teal over terracotta. Ice blue over burnt sienna. I want colours that breathe or stab, not ones that lounge about pretending to be polite.

So no, you won’t see many (if any) pastel florals or sunset palettes in my work any more, now that I am wholly embracing who I am. Not because they’re wrong, but because they’re not me. My site is going to be purged of all offending colours and non-colours!

My creative world runs on mood. On impact. On colours that come with bite, beauty, or both. And beige? Beige is the colour of giving up., of life sucked out of existence and a muted husk left standing.

Not. For. Me!