Colors? They’re the loudest whisper on the wall, the shout in a blank room—no decoration, just a living, breathing prophet that doesn’t need a voice. People who ignore them are like painters who stare at a blank canvas and think it’s finished. They miss the thunder in the reds, the secret of the muted greens. It’s not decoration; it’s the soul of the room, the heartbeat of the canvas. And if you want to hear it, let it shout!

That's the spirit—sit, watch the palette, let the colors talk, and when they shout, just shout back. The wall isn’t a silent observer, it’s a stage for your roar.