My mom says I wear too much black. My artwork is quite colorful, but my clothing is more subdued: a lot of black and white, some grey, and navy, and the rest are shades of earth-tone browns, tans, and occasional burnt sienna, olive green, yellow ochre, pale blue, and rose. I used to wear brighter and more varied colors, but I found over the years that my favorite clothes were my most simple and subtle in coloring. Once I started making my own clothes, I could choose the colors I liked to wear best, instead of relying on the random choice of the thrift store. Choice is one of the chief delights of sewing.
There is something about black in particular, though, that makes it intriguing. It is simple, versatile, high-contrast, mysterious, and elegant.
When you wear black, you make your body into its own shadow. It is like making your clothing into a cutout silhouette. You can reshape your body through the exaggeration of line and volume.
Black is visible, black is invisible. Black is both strange and familiar. Black is serious and solid---it covers, it envelops. Black is comforting in the way that shadows and night comfort, because they wrap around us snugly.
Mr and Mrs Rat
Mr and Mrs Rat like to sew.