Colors do something for me. As a teenager a Mrs. Miller who lived next door tried to teach me how to paint, she was encouraging, but I could tell she was disappointed. Her drawing ability far exceeded mine, and she had been practicing for 7 or 8 decades. Still she told me, if you enjoy it, that is all that matters, who cares what others think. Mr. Miller described herself as a successful widow, the first husband died and left her a couple-hundred acres of good Florida farm land, she used that to bankroll the second husband into a VW, Audi, Porsche dealership, in the late 1950's when VW and Porsche were just getting a strong foothold in the US market. When the second husband died, she inherited the lot.
The greatest thing that I learned from painting with Mrs Miller was how colors blend and shade. I learned more about color from painting, than from color photography, or any other art class.
Color excites me, I find pleasure in colors. I have recently come to the conclusion that having a favorite color is to restricting for me. I color outside of the lines anyway.
Do you wish for more or less color in your life?