Color is sensitivity in material form, substance in its purest form.
I have written my name on the far side of the sky.
Blue suggests the sea and sky, and they, after all, are in actual, visible nature what is most abstract.
Color is enslaved by line, that becomes writing.
The imagination is the vehicle of sensibility. Transported by the imagination, we attain life, life itself, which is absolute art.
For me, each nuance of a color is in some way an individual, a being who is from the same race as the base color, but who definitely possesses a distinct character and personal soul.