When I dream of Venice I dream of colours. The bright colours of Burano made a deep impression, but mostly the deep, floating green of the canals and the worn, mother of pearl colours of the palazzios are what visit my dreams. If I was an artist I would paint the dreams. They are all inside my mind and I can bring the palette out to decorate my days whenever I want.
Colours play an important role in our life, often more important than we know. We are pencils in God's hands. How does your palette look?
