I loved bright colors since I can remember, from the little bright red beady fruit sticking down from the tall hedge of my grandparents old garten wall, to the colorful soft plastic headbands sold in shops, I secretly wanted to own them, lots of them.
With crayons, I often painted, such as little girl dressinng red sweater and yellow black striped pants, with bright black leather shoe.
Without color, the world will be dead.
