In Living Colo(u)r....Kenny Doot!

Meet Kenny Doot. Can he? Yes, he can. That's why he's Kenny Doot.
Kenny can do anything, apparently, including motivating me to work with colour. I really have a fear of colour.

Doot! Doot! Doot!

I'm frightened to paint a wall anything other than white. When it comes to clothing, I've noticed myself slowly gravitating towards the safety of grays and beiges -- there's a good reason for this, I think -- I have trouble discerning between blues, greens, and grays, and I know it. This sparks an irrational fear within me which results in my avoidance of colour coordination at all costs, be it in my everyday wardrobe or interior decorating. Or colouring the hundreds (if not thousands) of pieces of art I've churned out over the years.

I have a distinct memory of lying on the ground as a child and staring at a blade of grass. First, the right eye, then the left -- noticing that each eye had it's own distinct interpretation of 'green'. One's a bit more yellow-ish than the other...and working together, who knows what my eyes are telling my little brain?
Usually, when I do attempt to add colour to art, it's a vomit-inducing train wreck that ends up looking like a cheaply produced cartoon from the 60's. No..no, those looked better.

Somehow, this one turned out. It's because of Kenny -- it has to be. I'd do anything for Kenny Doot.
Kenny, by the way, is from a project I've been pecking away at for years called The Goodbye Corps. I would be finished it by now if it wasn't a sci-fi spacecapade -- you see, there's one thing I hate more than colouring, and that's drawing the interior of spaceships. So many angles and blinky lights. And some of those blinky lights are green, I bet...painting myself into a corner, indeed.