Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Orange You Glad You Tried Something New?

I sure am! Today was the second day of the monochromatic color challenge...the theme? You guessed it: ORANGE!!

I must admit, orange is not usually my first color choice. But when I emerged myself in nothing but orange...it started to come alive for me. I feel a renewed appreciation for this sultry, sunny, marmalade, sunset, tangerine dream color!

I think this will be the way I start off each challenge:

Gathering the materials is half the fun. Once all of the color-cordinated supplies are put together, the inspiration begins!

Photographing the process is also very enlightening. It is also a great way to remember how you got from A to B and then to Q and Z. So, in the spirit of ORANGE, here is a poem that popped up in my head today while being drenched in sunshine colors. It is poem I first heard in the 7th or 8th grade and it was the first poem I read that just made me go, "oooh, I get it!" and started off my love affair with words.


The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted -
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickle in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickle from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all

A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.

--Gary Soto


  1. These are so beautiful....Misty Orange today is great too isn't it? Nice to meet you.

  2. the story by Gary is awesome! "fire in his hand" WOW, but your pages really are on fire! LOVE them all...

  3. your pages are gorgeous...i love the fire..and i love seeing the photos of the process and progress...the vibrancy of the colors is just stunning...thank you for sharing

  4. wow ... orange really got you inspired ..i love the sock pattern and the dress doodles ...and white looks amazing against orange ..i enjoyed taking a peek
    ♥ milliande

  5. This page is beautiful. So rich with detail and color.

  6. just fabulous. thank you for the journey into your process as well.

  7. Wow, I love your orange pages. I will definitely be back to visit your blog again and admire your wonderful artistry.

  8. nicole, i would love to reconnect with you. this is jessica phillips. i have tried to find you on facebook to no avail. my email is magpiesage@msn.com. you can find me on facebook that way. i live in berkeley now.

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