24/05/2026
I think that I was first challenged to think about colour more deeply in the 80s when a group I was involved with brought a woman from Nicaragua to visit Melbourne.
She was shocked by the lack of colour. Everyone was wearing black she said to me, who I am pretty sure was in black from head to toe. It was what I always wore. At the time, it was almost the only colour worn by Melbournians. It made this lovely woman very depressed and she was convinced that everyone she saw, wearing black was also depressed.
I had been to Nicaragua - to pick coffee beans as part of a war effort - another story! And had loved the colour there and in the other Latin American countries that I visited, Mexico and Guatemala. The spice markets, flower markets, houses and clothing β all infused with incredible, intense colour.
I loved it, took photos of it. sent postcards celebrating it, but apparently it didn't occur to me that colour in my own life and on my person, could influence the way I felt. Yet, colours have a frequency, (everything does) and for a very long time now my clothes are in many of the colours of the rainbow. Yes, there is still black in my wardrobe, but so many other beautiful colours. And, these days having an understanding of the frequency of colours and having studied colour therapy, I try to be mindful about the colours that I wear because I know that the colour can help my day to go well.
The reason I have been thinking of this again is that I wandered the land that I live on noticing and appreciating the many colours of the abundant fungi. So beautiful. This saw me heading to WAMA FOUNDATION this morning to visit their fungi exhibition. Incredible photography of colourful fungi.
When I got home I took the pigs for a walk around the paddocks and photographed the colours and textures of the land I live on.