I not only associate color with taste but with place. Virginia is green as dill and mint and garlicscapes. Color is also carried in memory. Our recent trip to Tasmania has been carried home in shades and variations of ochres, fat yellowish sands and pink granites.
When I am in Maine I use a lot of blue paint because the ocean is so dominant. The sky is the balance to the water. I try to find other colors in the ocean and sky but the blues always sneak in. I use lots of cerulean and ultramarine these days. This month I pulled out a few of last summer's paintings and painted back into them with my ochers. I took the blue and I submerged it in yellow ochre and some North Carolina Okaweeme red. I liked what happened. These paintings began on burlap coated with plaster and then acrylic paint was added on top. They are fragile but still a bit textile-like. Today while photographing I dropped one which cracked and crumbled it in places. So I sanded it down a bit and then did a new coat of paint. I then turned it over, added an acrylic medium binder plus a layer of my red clay paint. Perhaps a prayer to the gods of color, "please hold this fragile piece together." I loved the surface I got. It's surprising sometimes how I work looking at one thing but then it's what's on the flipside that's the important discovery.
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets