Color Associations

Steve Zwilling
02/21/10
CRTW 335

The Color Associations

The first colored that I possess is a dark orange; it almost gives me a happy, yet melancholic feeling. It reminds me of a pumpkin in the eerie depths of Halloween night, but I can see the kids running around happy. It brings to mind a happier time in my life when I was a little kid. Essentially, this dark orange symbolizes childhood at it’s best. Black, orange, and green, all in dark shades, gleam like strobe lights on a chilly autumn street when kids dress in their best costumes waiting for their tasty treats in their knapsack. As the walk up and down the pathway to the door, the jack o lanterns look at the children like melancholy orange head with patterns carver into their heads.




The second color that I encounter is a pale yellow. The yellow reminds me of a truly depressing time in my life. When I was young a friend of the family, nicest man in the world, would give you the shirt of his back in the depths of winter, had succumbed to the dark enforcement of alcoholisms grasp. What happens to alcoholics when they begin to really suffer from kidney or liver damage begins to develop a yellow pigment in their skin. The yellow pigment is caused from cirrhosis of the liver, which was what he was suffering from. He still needed that drink to get him through the day. He drank himself right into the hospital and later died from complications with his red blood cells. The color symbolizes dependency for me; when I looked into his eyes all I saw with the utter regret of his life choices and the yellow tint for which is punishing his body for his mistakes.




The third color I possess is a baby blue, which looks a lot like a robins egg shade. This certain color reminds me of love. Normal people relate a red or a pink with the love because that is the societal norm, but I think baby blue is more relevant for my liking. When I was 16 years old I met my first girlfriend, who I fell madly in love with. It was young, puppy love and it was great. It went on to long and we later broke up, but I was wearing a baby blue shirt when I first met her. It was her favorite shirt for the duration of our 3-year relationship. When we first met we were together all the time. Just hanging out everyday, excited to be with each other. I would randomly wear the shirt for her and she loved it. It put her in a good mood. It was really enticing that I had that power. It did not last, but I still have the shirt. The color of the shirt brings back, not only my first love, but many lessons, which I have developed in life to do with, love, behavioral psyche, and women.





The last color I have is a rosy pink. The color reminds me of my childhood yet again, but not my childhood exactly, more an older woman that used to live next door to me. Her name was Rose and she was the most cheerful and unrelenting person to ever walk this earth. She had a bite to her that would scare the skin of a lion, but she also was more loving than a mother to a newborn baby. She would protect me from neighborhood bullies who used to beat on me because I was small. She was well into her 70’s, coming out of the house picking me up off the ground and brushing me off. I looked up to ever little nook and cranny of her. She was impressive, obedient, caring, and hopeful to spread happiness to anybody that she spread her motherly wings over.