Colors colors...

Concerning organizing my room into colors:

I organized my closet and my possessions by color for many years throughout middle school and high school.  This was not to be artistic, it was one of my many ocd tendencies.  Doing this again now under my own free will feels strange.  It was difficult for me the first time around to let go and let things just be, and as my room is currently in the state that it was for many stressful years, I can't help but remember all that stress.  I remember it, but I do not feel it now, which is a good thing I suppose.  Now I can focus more on the spacial relations and implications brought up rather than the need to have everything be straight, as well as color coded.

I am thinking about a specific part of Joseph Albers' book Interaction of Color. He writes, "As it is with people in our daily life, so it is with color."  He goes on to say, "Therefore, we try to recognize our preferences and our aversions -- what colors dominate in our work; what colors, on the other hand, are rejected, disliked, or of no appeal.  Usually a special effort in using disliked colors ends with our falling in love with them."

I definitely have a bias towards the color blue.  It has always been my favorite color because my dad and I are the only ones in my family with blue eyes (the other three having green, brown, or hazel eyes), and it always made me feel special and connected to him because of that. I noticed that of the things I own that I purchased (things which came in multiple color options), the majority are blue.  I know the color blue is tied into feelings of calmness and serenity.  Maybe this is why I have purchased almost only blue things when I have a choice.  I bought my dresser from walmart and it is blue. I remember it came in different colors, but I don't remember considering other colors or deciding on blue.  Organizing all my stuff by color has brought it to my realization that I have a subconscious bias towards blue and it has influenced me more strongly than I would have thought.  My dresser, my blankets, the Greek flag on my wall, my towel hanging on my chair, my yoga mat lying on my floor, the tie-dye sarong hanging on the wall above my bed- they are all blue! I think this is weird now that I am thinking about it so much.  Perhaps the color blue reminds me of my family and so that is why I like it so much? I am not too sure.  Maybe it's as simply as, it's just my favorite color and that's all there is to it. I really don't know.