How strong are your associations of feelings with color?

Yellow makes me happy.
Purple makes me introspective.
Blue is calming.
Red makes me a bit hyper.
Green makes me thoughtful.

I always associate orange with a calming energy. It just rejuvenates me! I think this is interesting.

Green makes me incredibley happy, especially when I have a big stack of it in my hands
Red makes me worry that is the color they use, saying PAST DUE, LAST CHANCE

Not much other than a shade of Jade Green that makes me feel clean and deep Sapphie Blue which makes me feel sleepy.

That daffodil yellow is exactly the color I want to see when I need a lift. It is so close to being happiness that I almost can’t tell the difference. I remember once when I was feeling really down, I walked past a VW Beetle that was that color, and I just stopped and looked at it for a good five minutes, absorbing the vibration and feeling my heart lighten. I walked away feeling worlds better.

In my mind that is the color of April, and it is also the color of the number 8. That’s why I chose April 8th as my wedding day.

Red is usually too aggressive for me. I don’t like to wear it because I always feel that I can’t live up to it—I shrink away from it. But I’ve taken a liking to deep cranberry red and burgundy in recent years. In small doses, peach and rust are lovely accents to other colors.

All the Monet colors, blue and purple and green and lavender and violet and aquamarine, make me feel good.

So—how strong? Very strong, at least for some colors. I love color and want plenty of it in my life. I even go for colored paper clips and binder clips and staples. I’ve used every color of ink pen that’s made. I have entire rainbows of computer paper and ribbons and tissue paper and scratch pads and Sharpies and much more.

There is no place in my life for beige or taupe, very little room for gray, and please keep pink away from me. A nice, rich brown is welcome.

Black and white: it depends, but they’re usually just ho-hum.

An aunt of mine once wrote a poem called “Daffodils Laughing”, and I’ve always thought that was apt. They just seem so dang happy! I strongly associate the color yellow (and happiness) with that aunt.

You know that vibrant fresh green you only see in the early spring? That’s the color that makes me happy and hopeful. Reborn, like the trees.

Deeper mossy/sagey greens soothe me, while a dash of old-barn-red adds a little energy, and a little black grounds everything. These are the primary colors in my home.

Blues and whites seem crisp and clean. I like to look at them, and even wear them, but I’m uncomfortable when surrounded by them for too long, so I don’t use that scheme in my home. Wonder what that says about me?

Very strong. In fact, I am able to articulate my feelings quite precisely with colours… in a way that I can’t even put into words sometimes.
That’s why i love Rothko’s paintings so much.

Here’s how I’m feeling now

I also respond to sets of colours. So for example, beige by itself might be uninspiring, but beige complementing a lush green or blue suddenly brings the colours out.
I also love the names given to colours in paints.
e.g., red madder, ultramarine, burnt sienna.

Actually, my theatre company is called Burnt Mango Dance Theatre”
I chose it primarily partly because I like the contradictions in the colours the words evoke; as well as an attempt to imagine the taste….

@augustlan, your distinction makes sense to me. I think there’s a big difference between liking a color in its abstract state and liking it to wear or liking it in your environment.

What my eyes enjoy isn’t necessarily what suits my decor or compliments my personal appearance. Peach, for example, is a color that pleases me to look at, but just a touch in my surroundings is enough—a throw cushion, for example—and I positively never wear it because it makes my skin look sallow and sickly.

Even though I painted my room purple, I would generally not fill my environment with the deep colors that I love, just because they’re too dark and strong (and they make a space look smaller, instead of receding and opening it up). What’s more, if I go all out and actually wear a red top, I can take it off in a little while when I’m exhausted with it, but I’d be stuck with a red sofa for a long, long time.

Weak. I am color blind.