Even more amazing to me, I think, than the myraid textures of white, are the shades of white. While white light is the absence of color altogether, white as a pigment is far more complicated. After all, there’s no such thing as the absence of pigment.
Unalike many (all?) other colors, I truly believe that all whites go with each other. For me, it is endlessly fascinating to examine the juxaposition of different whites, and I can’t say I’ve ever seen a bad combination.
Cool whites, warm whites, chalky whites, translucent whites, pearlescent whites, they are all good.
And not a single one of them are like another. White. It’s got so many layers of depth, I wish my words were as good as all the combinations of white I see in my design books, in my surroundings, in my imagination.
Because in the midst of everything, in all the color I am immersed into, my thoughts shift to white. I see white and all its incarnations as I shift colors next to them, as I place them side by side, as I consider new color combinations and plan different ways of arranging color.
Perhaps what I love most about white is that it is always right. It is always what I want to see, what I need to see. I never wish it were another color, or immediately imagine it in combination with anything else.
I see it for what it is, and love it for what it is.
