I have a basket in my bathroom, with shampoo bottles in it. At a certain angle, the light shines through the bottles and out these tiny holes where the tin meets the wicker.
I had to photograph these cute little coloured dots.
Between life and death.
Between colours vibrant and faded.
Between growth and decay.
I was having a clumsy day. It seemed like everything I picked up, I dropped.
Including this glitter.
I was picking up my daughter’s craft supplies and accidentally spilled her glitter all over the kitchen floor. My first reaction was to swear. But while I stood there wondering whether to get down and pick up the pieces or simply sweep them away, I noticed how the sun lit up the colours like a kaleidoscope.
So I grabbed my camera. Then I cleaned.
When I first read the assignment for this week, I thought the colours in the photo should be intense. But it quickly occurred to me that hues don’t have to be saturated. Pink is my colour. And I chose this photo of soft pink because it is subdued, like me. Quiet. This is the hue of me.