As an artist, I look at the world through colors. They can affect my mood, but mostly it’s just a case of seeing something and thinking, ‘naples yellow with a touch of emerald green. Cool shadows. Look like ultramarine blue.‘

Well, maybe not so detailed, but everything I see is broken down into colorful shapes with highlights and shadows. Maybe it’s because I’m nearsighted, and the world, without my glasses, is just a bur. Or maybe it’s from years and years of thinking about what certain scenes would look like on paper.

Sometimes it’s just colors, like Black Pony sleeping in the Sun, and sometimes it’s more detailed, like the river scene.

And here is my desk, with all my colored pencils in jars according to hue.