Painter's Color

I am not like a color you’ve seen.
I’m not a cheap, corny, primary color.
I’m not posted on a color wheel.
I’m my own random mix of oils that doesn’t fit into your painting, but is beautiful all the same.
I’m that color on the pallet that can be lightened, darkened, or thinned out to a transparent film.
I’m the color bursting with anger, streaming sadness, exploding with happiness.
I’m that calm still color.
I’m that relentless, restless color that keeps your eyes moving.
I am not the color you made me, that society made me.
I am the color I made myself, the painters color.
Dripping slowly into the picture plane, into the world,
And slowly receding, before a single eye can capture me.