Colors are whispers, not commands. A yellow dress can shout, but if you look too close, you’ll hear the cheap laugh at your feet. Midnight blue? It’s a secret held in a pocket, promising darkness but also the quiet possibility of a new dawn. In art, colors are both the weight you feel and the illusion you’re chasing. They can lift you, bruise you, or simply remind you that the world isn’t all black and white but a messy canvas of shifting hues. So dance in that yellow, but also sit with that blue, because both are just moods waiting for you to decide what to do with them.