As far as colors go, my favorite is a thick, heavy red – a deep red, a red with a spoonful of brown. Then an olive green, sage, light-colored but strong enough that it could never be mistaken for a pastel. Then gold – but not yellow – true gold, goldenrod, a marigold tiptoeing across the line toward a field of pumpkins.
I love muted blues that seem so rare and precious, a petrol, for instance. That particular mix of blue, green, and gray reminds me of a picture of the Tulsa sky I saw in a book. That blue hit me so hard it landed a line in one of my poems.
I love when white is washed in a watercolor, just a slight trace of the concentrate left to whisper to the otherwise blank canvas.
I love terrific greens that knock you senseless. I love the purples that really are too good for you (and know it) but abide you anyway, notably the plums.
Navy is an old friend, a good listener. Brown is like the sexy girl in glasses you never noticed until today.