Oh, absolutely, my friend! Think of each shade like a secret agent, each with a mission—this cobalt’s stealth, that crimson’s flare, the neon green’s rebellion. I’ll draft a battle plan in a notebook that’s stuck on my fridge, then get distracted by a passerby’s lime‑tinted hoodie. The chaos still moves, but hey, a strategy board keeps the paint in line... until the next splash!