Everything I see is black or white there's no in between. The only time I see any sort of color is

white and wonder “Where’s the blue?” unless a greater being put the idea of “blue” in

As we all know, color is the voice for the artist 's sentiment. It makes up the appearance of a picture. Color is the decisive factor in depths of the two-dimensional plane of the artwork, making the viewer feel physically and mentally attracted, or the context of things - the phenomenon the author wants to present. Colors have been around for a long time, but there is not a common definition for colors. And perhaps humans are one of the luckiest creatures that can identify colors. Often, the recipient 's eye knows a myriad of colors and colors that always change based on the relationship between light and perspective. In art, color creates a sense of

Death tells the reader, “As I’ve been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope…” (Zusak 4). Death also takes an interest to colors as a distraction and notes a few (red, white, and black) in its introduction. These colors referred back to the hue of the sky when Death crossed paths with Liesel. Throughout the entire novel Death tells of all the souls it’s carried away, and paired each up with a shade of color. Colors seem to be a recurring theme in the

At the beginning of the day my mom was going to surprise us by bringing us rock climbing. I was with my sisters, and we were on the trampoline. Our mom walks out onto the deck and says “Do any of you want to go rock climbing.”, and we all said “YES”. We jumped in the car and we drove down to St. Cloud State University.

I remember the orange walls in our living room. The depressing atmosphere in the house that day. I realized what was actually happening when they started fighting in front of Luci and I. They would fight about the silliest things, but this one was the biggest. Dad cheated on mom. They made us go back to our room, we didn't listen. We peeked behind the hallway and watched those bright orange walls turn dark gray. They were yelling and screaming and mom was sobbing, barely able to talk. It was a horrible day. When dad moved out Luci and I were very confused and weren't exactly sure what was going on, we were only so young. My mom got very sad and cried a lot. We stayed with grandma most of the week, and I always loved seeing her. Mom got more

When I was 12 years old, My family planned a trip to Florida. On our second day of this trip, we went to Universal Studios and there was several roller coasters, 4D movies, food eateries, and more. I never thought about getting on any roller coaster in life, because I was terrified of heights. As we were walking from our previous activity, there was this one big red rollercoaster than caught my eye. I looked at it go and was frightened because it had a terrifying drop and was moving at the speed of light. I went from afraid to eager while waiting in never ending line. I waited for an hour to get onto this roller coaster then, I forgot I was afraid of heights but I was thinking about having fun and living wild. I finally got onto the roller

There are many colors in this world. Cool colors, warm colors, neutrals, the entire rainbow and more. There are dozens of colors people can’t see with their eyes. But sometimes, if you look very closely, they’ll appear, usually when and where you don’t expect them.

One night My mom, her friend Jared, and I were driving up a mountain to go camping and at like 1:30 in the morning and I was halfway asleep in the backseat squished and then are car just starts rolling backwards and I jumped up and asked “ Why are we rolling backwards?” then all of of us started screaming “AHHHHHHHHHH!!” we were going really fast and all of the coolers and a portable grill landed on my head and it was terrifying. Befor I knew it the car was completely on its side in a ditch and we could barely open the door because of gravity and I had to climb out the window. On the way down we took out at least 3 trash cans and like four mailboxes. It took at least four hours for the tow truck to come and in those four hours liken three

I was six when I first learned the hierarchy of colors. In the innocence of my preschool fingerpainting days, I had established them as equals who could ooze effortlessly together to form new vibrant tints—yellow was sunshine and giraffes, white was snowflakes and glass slippers, and black was naptime and burnt toast (my favorite). This ethereal vision was violently overturned when the older, more aware third graders approached me on the swings at recess and noted that my foreign “gross” yellow skin and my black “snake” eyes were the colors of filth and waste. For weeks I walked the house prying my eyes open as wide as I could, hoping that the fashionable, electrocuted look of fear would become permanent,

We were heading our way towards Outer Banks, North Carolina. We were dodging in and out of traffic throwing goldfish at our family members behind us. We drove for 8 hours to stay at a pretty cool motel with a pool so we could spend more time at the beach. As we arrived to the motel we were all slumped from the ride and started to unload everything. As everyone started to slowly settle in there rooms I would laugh at the amount of people that woke up from the long car ride and fall right back to sleep. I was one of the last to wake up from our naps holding my family up from taking pictures on the beach. My family and I finally make it down to the

This enables achromats to notice the motion of color objects without seeing any color. A team of scientists published their intriguing observations in the July issue of Nature Neuroscience. "There is no 'absolute' color," Cavanagh notes. "What I call 'red' isn't necessarily the same color others experience as 'red.' "Such personal differences don't have much impact on life, but complete absence of color can be strange and distressing. Color blindness is referred to as a genetic condition that merely affects ability to distinguish red and green. Achromatopsia, on the other hand, comes from head injury or stroke and it erases all knowledge of color."Everything appears to me as [if I were] viewing a black-and-white television screen," reports an achromat in Oliver Sacks' book, An Anthropologist on Mars. "My brown dog is dark gray. Tomato juice is black. Color TV is a hodge-podge."This 65-year-old artist found foods "disgusting due to their grayish, dead appearance." He tried closing his eyes but that didn't work, so he turned to eating mostly black and white foods -- rice, yogurt, black

When pondering on life as not only a blind child but also a deaf child, one might say perception of the world and life is impossible. In the movie The Miracle Worker, Helen Keller was blind, deaf and mute since she had been a baby. Helen was incapable of communicating to anyone. The question, “do you think she had an accurate idea of color,” to me, is defined through her inability to know the difference between colors and physical appearance on objects certain colors, for instance the sun being yellow. Because Helen was blind and deaf, she could not actually see the color pink or yellow I can see. Helen had never actually seen color; therefore an accurate idea of a color is nearly impossible.

Folk knowledge tells us that sadness can cause individuals to see the world with less vibrancy, sometimes in gray-scale or even colorlessness. In a recent publication in the Association for Psychological Science, a team of researchers sought to determine if sadness does indeed negatively affect color perception. The research findings of Dr. Christopher Thorstenson, Adam D. Pazda, and Andrew J. Elliot shed light on both the subjective and objective experience of color perception. Dr. Christopher A. Thorstenson and his research team propose that, “sadness impairs color perception (specifically perception of chromatic stimuli) [because] it disrupts low-level contrast sensitivity, which may in turn influence higher-order chromatic judgments” (Thorstenson, Pazda & Elliot, 2015). In other words, sadness can affect our ability to see certain color spectrums.

When I was eight, I wondered why the only other colors that we see is our hair, eyes, grays, trees, sky, clouds, the road, and our skin. My parents told me I was too young to understand.

Once upon a time their was a balloon stuck to the ceiling. I was very young and barely able to walk around without stumbling over. One day my mom decided it was time for me to start pick out my own clothes. Naturally she decided to take me to the mall. I got into the car, with the help of her--not sure what to expect. We drove off and I eagerly awaited what was to come. I would later regret this decision.