Tuesday, I visited my paintings (that's what I look like), then drove 3 minutes down the road to La Mexicana for some tacos al pastor, Sue was here on Saturday night, the goldenrod and ironweed are still looking good, and I've been painting yellows, blues, indigos, and violets (incidentally) and colors in between, not necessarily in that order.
The photo of the painting is not accurately representing the violet that is visible in real life. The photo is much bluer and muddier, I gave up trying to produce an accurate photograph.
The camera has temperature settings, the software has hue saturation, and what not, and I'm like, "Sorry. I just can't."
Instead, I searched the origins of the words "purple," ancient Greek, "purpura," and "violet," Latin.
The word "violet" comes from the flower of the same name, viola. The word "viola" also comes from the word, "viitula" — a stringed instrument, unrelated to the flower — also linked to the Roman goddess of joy, Vitula, or the verb vitulari, meaning "to rejoice" or "exult."
It's another rabbit hole, I use the word "violet" to describe the color.
Today, during a TeleHealth chat, the practitioner asked what I did for anxiety. I answered, "... drink alcohol, smoke weed, smoke cigarettes, have friends over, music, eat Mexican food, sleep," and so on.
He replied, "Okay."
So, it's all good, a clean bill of health, "Okay!" 😎
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