IF COLORS WERE SEX, ONLY A FEW WOULD CHOOSE TO REACH THE DESIRABLE ONE BY LAYERING OPPOSITES. FIERY RED AND COLD OCEAN GREEN.
MIXING IS AN OPTION, BUT THEY DISAPPEAR. LET’S COVER ONE WITH ANOTHER, SO THIN, MASSAGE THEM SO GENTLY, UNTIL THEY SHARE THE SPACE EQUALLY. NO ONE DOMINATES. NO ONE IS SUPPRESSED. THE RED IS THERE. THE GREEN IS THERE.
AND IN BETWEEN, A SUBTLE FEELING OF GRAY APPEARS.