I've always thought it odd that we have one word that is meant to sum up so many shades; green. It's nonsensical, of course, and also not true. English is replete with words that mean green. My two favourites are Cerulean and Chartruse - not because I like the colours/shades particularly, but I love the words. They conjure up images of long-ago-times and far-away-places, of ships and sealing wax, of dragons and swords, of forests and hooded archers, and ever such a teeny-tiny amount of magic and fairy dust.
Sadly, green has evoked a turmoil of emotions in me for many years now. Years of wearing a green school uniform that incorporated every possible unflattering shade of green (unflattering to everyone who wore it), left me somewhat gun-shy of the colour in all its shades and hues. It has taken me nearly 30 years to overcome this aversion and I'm learning to love green again.
I loved this part of the project. It gave me an opportunity to reacquaint myself with green in all its many incarnations, and to truly appreciate how inadequate that humble word is to describe the spectrum.
Sadly, green has evoked a turmoil of emotions in me for many years now. Years of wearing a green school uniform that incorporated every possible unflattering shade of green (unflattering to everyone who wore it), left me somewhat gun-shy of the colour in all its shades and hues. It has taken me nearly 30 years to overcome this aversion and I'm learning to love green again.
I loved this part of the project. It gave me an opportunity to reacquaint myself with green in all its many incarnations, and to truly appreciate how inadequate that humble word is to describe the spectrum.
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