When I worked at the wood store I learned what it was to vanish. Behind the palettes of baseboards and crown mouldings, I’d vanish for a moment, a quick rest in the corner so I wouldn’t be seen by the boss who had, in fact, seen himself vanish so many years before in among the day-to-day, the paychecks, the grinding sales commissions and the slow ascent to the top of a career he would never have envisioned for himself at my age.
-Esta paleta de cores que você escolheu está maravilhosa!
– Mesmo? Olha só, eu escolhi aleatoriamente e tal, nem pensei muito…
– O único problema…
– Sim?
– É que você tem que morrer agora.
Cláudia da Cruz
I brought my own fork
used a knife I found
at the bus stop and folded
the laminated specials menu
used it to scoop
The meal stole hours
I strung it out
the way a casted man might
bone and plaster creaking
at every soup swallow
And now a body has been found, completing the palette. These are the colors of madness, says Inspector J. But no, he is wrong: these are the hues of things lost and found, and in the great karmic rally, something else is now lost. I, alone, understand this.
When Inspector J finds me, he will know this in his losses, tallied to equal mine.
The palette contained all the colors of life. Each on it’s own and at the same time blended with the others, creating a mix of values. Some good, some bad. Some usable, some need more work, more mixing. But all the colors of life are usable.
I’m always telling my students to increase their palette of tone colors so that their performances are interesting. I think the most important thing for a musician is a variety of tone color. Otherwise it is just boring.
In the original sense of the word, is a rigid, flat surface on which a painter arranges and mixes paints. A palette is usually made of wood, plastic, ceramic, or other hard, inert, nonporous material, and can vary greatly in size and shape. The most commonly known type of painter’s palette is made of a thin wood board designed to be held in the artist’s hand and rest on the artist’s arm.
So something an artist is drawing on and has paint on BAM.
Zaid Akhter
your colours are so fitting, your hair and your eyes, right down to the pastey white colour of your face. you’re so unbelieveably beautiful and you have absolutely no idea of it.
Kelsey-Lynn
A palette knife was used in this killing. Too blunt to pierce the skin, too small to cut. Just slowly spread his face and mix it with Gesto. Poisoned by paint, poisoned by art, he never knew what movement he belonged too.
my sister used to love to paint. she would buy all these palettes, and canvasses, and she’d just paint whatever she wanted. but it seemed like a waste to me because they were never anything that would strike people. i have an unused palette and canvas at home. i’m still waiting for the day i can think of a masterpiece.
a palette has this exhilirating sense of colour mixture that makes you wonder if it is a better painting than the one in the canvas….
a palatte should always be in touch with the artist for him to succeed…..
The word palette refers to a form of exercise that women do to reduce fat and to enhance their personal appearance.
victor walkes
There were traces of rainbow colours on her palette. A cheerful man standing in front of his mum’s wooden house. Bright clear blue sky, tall green coconut trees, colourful village chicken strolling, busy looking for food at the front yard. A sunshine smile on his face, an obvious optimistic young man in handsome attire.
prrudy
i remember i always mess up my palette in my grade school and high school art class. i was good at outlining, but not coloring. i wish it was the other way around, or i had talent for both.
kaorita
palettes are used for placing paint into, it is useful if you are an artist and you need to quickly get paint to start painting. I don’t like palettes because im not an artist. i like musicians because i like music.
Suckit
I miss seeing your palette lying around the house. It gave this place a warmth that reminded me that you would be returning back to our home.
I grab my painters palette. And i start adding paint. Just adding a dab of a couple colors. Then i start mixing. Creating these colors. Colors that just appear. Then I begin to wonder, what can I do with these colors. The possibilities are endless. I imagine what God thought when he started mixing the paint in his painters palette. Look around, and you’ll see it. Don’t look at the man made buildings that cover and the bright city lights that blur. But look at those things that are living and so beautifully painted by the greatest artist that there will ever be.
A palette can hold many wonders, from rising skyscrapers to elusive pixies, from the mundane view right outside your window to the fantastic scenery that only appears in your dreams. But before we go into all sorts of awe-inspiring details, we’ll have to fill the palette with some paint first.
The palette was intense – vibrant, filled with all of the colors of the rainbow. I was rather surprised that this came from an artist that normally tended toward dark colors, and rather drab settings.
Her face adorned colours too vast to understand, like a palette of a fairy tale no one had ever written about. Seeing her was like an enlightenment of sorts: I know that there can be no more letters in the alphabet, but I know we’ve only just discovered colours.
lucas
Palette.
The pale damsel wandered down the moonlit corridor, her hair dipping down her back, curving just under her shoulder blades.
Palette.
Is it always good to be polite?
her make up palette laid on her dresser wide open. she sat on her vanity chair hoping, praying, wishing that for once she didn’t need to rely on her good looks. that maybe someone would see her for more than just a pretty face.
An object used for storage of money. Probably in the purse for girls or back pockets for men. Oh wait, I was talking about wallet. Silly me.
Nathan
The line that came up in my head was “Why is a raven like a writing desk” or something like that. the truth is, a palette is quite a nice word that means a variety of different things.
sarahsarahsarah
i’m a palette of muted colors, muted words that don’t reach you anymore. have i just gotten farther away from what i wanted to be? what you wanted me to be? or am i just another color amongst the many in your palette, sitting in wait until you’ve found your new sky, your new light, your new “obsession” that i never was.
Black streams down her check and under her chin. Her soft pink blush has been interrupted by her tears. Her lips once red are now back to their original color. Her hair is now matted from her hands not having anything else to grab onto. The shimmer that was once on her eyelids were now splotched upon the backs if her hands. She couldn’t stop. Her emotions had finally caught up with her and for what? Over a minor situation. But he was on her mind, still. She knew he was right and all she could do was pray to a god which she doesn’t believe in, in hopes to not become whom she feared to become. Every day but today has been better. The tears must be allowed out for it all she has to know she is real; to know she still has a heart.
Kari Norene
My life is a canvas, a palette in hand. Options. Waiting. So many, endless, the entire spectrum at the tip of the paint brush; why do I hesitate? Why don’t I use them? Options, options. A blank canvas, and for what? Just waiting for the palette to be washed away. Waiting to make my own palette–waiting to choose my own colors. This palette you gave me is too much.
Riley
my palette is filled with many different colors,
but i usually end up painting with blacks and grays.
its waiting to be painted
its clear
fresh
pure
breathtaking
just waiting to be colored
outside the lines
maybe in?
but instead,
discipline
direction-as its called
is put in place
forcing me to wait
binding my wings
but im ready for new
for excitement
for my clear palette
to be filled
to be able to
to brighten anothers life
In a metaphorical way….
The world is like the canvas,
colors are our personalities.
Choose wisely what to add to your palette, which is your being,
for that is what you will use to convey yourself to the world.
a blank canvas, an empty beginning. the flavorless part of me-ready to be awakened. its clean, clear, pure. waiting for that dash of excitement-something new. something that will take my breath away. yes, a blank page. its special, its to be honored. this palette.
beautyinthestars
the roof of my mouth is made out of sandpaper. I don’t have a radula because I am not a mollusc. so where is all this sand coming from? sandstorms in the snow and a million dustbowl particles hitting my eyes. too bad I don’t have a camel’s eyelashes
Mixing the paint,
Finding the canvas to fill,
Sprinkling color everywhere,
To dazzle,
To provoke,
But instead stern discipline is forced,
Follow, act,
Slow, steady, slowly,
Perhaps it is just not my way.
theres a layer palette when ever u do a project yo u have to pay attention to what palette you are on
I don’ like palettes. It is like a patch of fabric and computer stuff.
xD xD xD xD
Have you ever seen a color palette? They are really colorful.
On of the important things for an artist to have. A palette is used by artists to mix and lay colors.
When I worked at the wood store I learned what it was to vanish. Behind the palettes of baseboards and crown mouldings, I’d vanish for a moment, a quick rest in the corner so I wouldn’t be seen by the boss who had, in fact, seen himself vanish so many years before in among the day-to-day, the paychecks, the grinding sales commissions and the slow ascent to the top of a career he would never have envisioned for himself at my age.
A blonde braid
catches in the purple-blue
oil paint:
streaks of color
amidst her dirty fibers.
-Esta paleta de cores que você escolheu está maravilhosa!
– Mesmo? Olha só, eu escolhi aleatoriamente e tal, nem pensei muito…
– O único problema…
– Sim?
– É que você tem que morrer agora.
I brought my own fork
used a knife I found
at the bus stop and folded
the laminated specials menu
used it to scoop
The meal stole hours
I strung it out
the way a casted man might
bone and plaster creaking
at every soup swallow
And now a body has been found, completing the palette. These are the colors of madness, says Inspector J. But no, he is wrong: these are the hues of things lost and found, and in the great karmic rally, something else is now lost. I, alone, understand this.
When Inspector J finds me, he will know this in his losses, tallied to equal mine.
The palette contained all the colors of life. Each on it’s own and at the same time blended with the others, creating a mix of values. Some good, some bad. Some usable, some need more work, more mixing. But all the colors of life are usable.
I’m always telling my students to increase their palette of tone colors so that their performances are interesting. I think the most important thing for a musician is a variety of tone color. Otherwise it is just boring.
In the original sense of the word, is a rigid, flat surface on which a painter arranges and mixes paints. A palette is usually made of wood, plastic, ceramic, or other hard, inert, nonporous material, and can vary greatly in size and shape. The most commonly known type of painter’s palette is made of a thin wood board designed to be held in the artist’s hand and rest on the artist’s arm.
So something an artist is drawing on and has paint on BAM.
your colours are so fitting, your hair and your eyes, right down to the pastey white colour of your face. you’re so unbelieveably beautiful and you have absolutely no idea of it.
A palette knife was used in this killing. Too blunt to pierce the skin, too small to cut. Just slowly spread his face and mix it with Gesto. Poisoned by paint, poisoned by art, he never knew what movement he belonged too.
my sister used to love to paint. she would buy all these palettes, and canvasses, and she’d just paint whatever she wanted. but it seemed like a waste to me because they were never anything that would strike people. i have an unused palette and canvas at home. i’m still waiting for the day i can think of a masterpiece.
a palette has this exhilirating sense of colour mixture that makes you wonder if it is a better painting than the one in the canvas….
a palatte should always be in touch with the artist for him to succeed…..
The word palette refers to a form of exercise that women do to reduce fat and to enhance their personal appearance.
There were traces of rainbow colours on her palette. A cheerful man standing in front of his mum’s wooden house. Bright clear blue sky, tall green coconut trees, colourful village chicken strolling, busy looking for food at the front yard. A sunshine smile on his face, an obvious optimistic young man in handsome attire.
i remember i always mess up my palette in my grade school and high school art class. i was good at outlining, but not coloring. i wish it was the other way around, or i had talent for both.
palettes are used for placing paint into, it is useful if you are an artist and you need to quickly get paint to start painting. I don’t like palettes because im not an artist. i like musicians because i like music.
I miss seeing your palette lying around the house. It gave this place a warmth that reminded me that you would be returning back to our home.
I grab my painters palette. And i start adding paint. Just adding a dab of a couple colors. Then i start mixing. Creating these colors. Colors that just appear. Then I begin to wonder, what can I do with these colors. The possibilities are endless. I imagine what God thought when he started mixing the paint in his painters palette. Look around, and you’ll see it. Don’t look at the man made buildings that cover and the bright city lights that blur. But look at those things that are living and so beautifully painted by the greatest artist that there will ever be.
A palette can hold many wonders, from rising skyscrapers to elusive pixies, from the mundane view right outside your window to the fantastic scenery that only appears in your dreams. But before we go into all sorts of awe-inspiring details, we’ll have to fill the palette with some paint first.
I have, of colors, a sheet clean. A stare, plain gaze, peers through. The green, the trees, a window through. My palette, a fugue.
The palette was intense – vibrant, filled with all of the colors of the rainbow. I was rather surprised that this came from an artist that normally tended toward dark colors, and rather drab settings.
A bare canvas,
A spotless palette,
A dainty brush
waits.
Her face adorned colours too vast to understand, like a palette of a fairy tale no one had ever written about. Seeing her was like an enlightenment of sorts: I know that there can be no more letters in the alphabet, but I know we’ve only just discovered colours.
Palette.
The pale damsel wandered down the moonlit corridor, her hair dipping down her back, curving just under her shoulder blades.
Palette.
Is it always good to be polite?
her make up palette laid on her dresser wide open. she sat on her vanity chair hoping, praying, wishing that for once she didn’t need to rely on her good looks. that maybe someone would see her for more than just a pretty face.
An object used for storage of money. Probably in the purse for girls or back pockets for men. Oh wait, I was talking about wallet. Silly me.
The line that came up in my head was “Why is a raven like a writing desk” or something like that. the truth is, a palette is quite a nice word that means a variety of different things.
i’m a palette of muted colors, muted words that don’t reach you anymore. have i just gotten farther away from what i wanted to be? what you wanted me to be? or am i just another color amongst the many in your palette, sitting in wait until you’ve found your new sky, your new light, your new “obsession” that i never was.
Black streams down her check and under her chin. Her soft pink blush has been interrupted by her tears. Her lips once red are now back to their original color. Her hair is now matted from her hands not having anything else to grab onto. The shimmer that was once on her eyelids were now splotched upon the backs if her hands. She couldn’t stop. Her emotions had finally caught up with her and for what? Over a minor situation. But he was on her mind, still. She knew he was right and all she could do was pray to a god which she doesn’t believe in, in hopes to not become whom she feared to become. Every day but today has been better. The tears must be allowed out for it all she has to know she is real; to know she still has a heart.
My life is a canvas, a palette in hand. Options. Waiting. So many, endless, the entire spectrum at the tip of the paint brush; why do I hesitate? Why don’t I use them? Options, options. A blank canvas, and for what? Just waiting for the palette to be washed away. Waiting to make my own palette–waiting to choose my own colors. This palette you gave me is too much.
my palette is filled with many different colors,
but i usually end up painting with blacks and grays.
its waiting to be painted
its clear
fresh
pure
breathtaking
just waiting to be colored
outside the lines
maybe in?
but instead,
discipline
direction-as its called
is put in place
forcing me to wait
binding my wings
but im ready for new
for excitement
for my clear palette
to be filled
to be able to
to brighten anothers life
In a metaphorical way….
The world is like the canvas,
colors are our personalities.
Choose wisely what to add to your palette, which is your being,
for that is what you will use to convey yourself to the world.
a blank canvas, an empty beginning. the flavorless part of me-ready to be awakened. its clean, clear, pure. waiting for that dash of excitement-something new. something that will take my breath away. yes, a blank page. its special, its to be honored. this palette.
the roof of my mouth is made out of sandpaper. I don’t have a radula because I am not a mollusc. so where is all this sand coming from? sandstorms in the snow and a million dustbowl particles hitting my eyes. too bad I don’t have a camel’s eyelashes
Mixing the paint,
Finding the canvas to fill,
Sprinkling color everywhere,
To dazzle,
To provoke,
But instead stern discipline is forced,
Follow, act,
Slow, steady, slowly,
Perhaps it is just not my way.