File this one under “random art from years gone by.”
Also file under “theories of childhood artistic trauma” …explanation to follow.

As I mentioned in my previous post, it seems that I’ve shown an aversion to bright colors throughout the majority of my works, especially the 2-D ones. I often say to myself, “Why is it that I have mostly relied on black and white contrast, with color added only to provide hints about the actual colors of an object?” And again, I could provide some fancy-sounding, philosophic explanation as to why…but I really think the answer is a lot less complicated.

It is simply that I’ve been traumatized by fashion trends of the late 80’s and early 90’s.

O neon green, how thou betrayeth me.Now hear me out…it was during this time that fluorescent colors were extremely popular, ala the Hypercolor t-shirt or the plethora of colorful options for spandex. I remember loving to wear my hot pink shirt with black and white polka dotted accessories, maybe even with some neon blue tossed in for extra pizazz.

The actual pattern in the photo here was bequeathed to me by my mother, from which she made one of my favorite articles of clothing—a neon green skirt, just like in the photo. It is possible that my young brain was absolutely overloaded with these wacky, trendy colors. Most importantly, it was shortly after this period of intense color exposure that I began to concentrate on developing my artistic skills. In short: the color receptors in my brain just sorta fizzled out from all the early stimulation.
I really think I’m on to something here…