There's A New Color

Okay. So, I've been pretty much busy trying to find new colors. I looked to the sky, to my eyes' cat, to my weed and so on. And guess what i found? Yes, i didn't find any. Wait a minute, I think i did. You know when you're in another kind of galaxy? When you see things no one else does? Well, I saw a cloud trying to change its course, and, of course, everything changed in that moment. There was an explosion on my mind, a color explosion whose palette was impossible to recognize. It wasn't neither blue nor yellow, but kind of green with white shadows (I know it sounds impossible, but I saw it). 

After all, I decided to make a painting, I'm not a really good artist though. But I tried to find the color Im trying to describe by painting with yellow, cyan, magenta, and white. Don't judge my art, each one has its own, bitches (picture bellow). 

Why did I do this? Because it impresses me how my brain can paint when I'm not even able to do something as easy as fly, for example.

I leave you guys with this: "The sea pirates were white. The people who were already on the continent when the pirates arrived were copper-colored. When slavery was introduced onto their continent, the slaves were black. Color was everything" (Vonnegut, 1973: 11)

References: Vonnegut, K. (1973) Breakfast Of Champions, New York, The Dial Press.