Color is the closest I’ve come to infinity.
As a kid, I often wondered if there were endless colors. I can remember being somewhat concerned about whether we’d use them all up one day. Like many children, I relished opportunities to use the crayola 64 pack. I distinctly recall the rare instances of getting a fresh box, either because it was the beginning of a new school year or the old ones had all been worn to nubs. One reason I remember these moments so vividly is because a new box would occasionally include a new color, or at least one I’d never encountered.
My mind couldn’t quite fathom this. A new color?!! Where did cerise come from? Was cerulean conceived in the human mind? Did citrine appear in a dream? Did someone happen to come across a shade in nature that no one had ever noticed and attempt to mimic it?
Even now, as an adult, I stand at the polish rack in the nail salon for unreasonably long periods of time, marveling at the constantly refreshed array of pigments. I browse every shelf and turn over countless bottles, amusing myself with the names people have come up with for each unique hue.
I was very skeptical in elementary school when the idea of boundless entities was introduced. I felt duped. We had been given strict confines within which to think, starting from 0 when counting, for example, before the remainder of the number line, extending indefinitely in either direction, was abruptly unveiled.
Color is the one of the only ways I’ve been able to grasp and trust this notion of infinite possibility. No matter how much time goes by, we never run out of colors. It’s the closest I’ve come to the absence of limits…and one of the ways I’ve built the faith to push myself beyond them.
- amelia simone