I am often surprised by how much I dislike white.
Rarely does it move or inspire me. It is a colour that I almost NEVER use when I make artwork. I never wear it.
However… I stepped out the door last Sunday morning and I must confess I was totally seduced and overwhelmed by the powdery wonderland that met my gaze. The clarity and texture of the snow was quite exceptional; strangely warm to touch and so, so incredibly soft. The contrast between snow and landscape was exaggerated, trees took on a blackness, plants a feathery neutral timbre. Everything seemed outlined, nature drawing on its own blank canvas.
Rarely have a felt so warmed by white.