I didn’t pick these colors from a swatch book.
They came first. Before the words. Before the layout.
They happened — like joy, like rebellion, like too much sun after a long winter.
Here’s what each of them means to me.
🟡 Yellow – Not sunshine. Raw joy.
Not the curated, Pinterest-perfect joy.
The loud, belly-laugh, music-too-loud, dancing-in-the-kitchen joy.
The one that looks messy but feels like freedom.
🟥 Red – Not love. Urgency.
Red that says: I’m here. Now.
Red that doesn’t wait to be invited. It kicks the door open and says: this is what I need.
🟠 Orange – Permission to be too much.
This orange doesn’t whisper. It takes up space unapologetically.
It’s the colour of voices raised, hands painted, and “why the hell not.”
🟣 Violet – Depth in disguise.
People think it’s fancy. I think it’s what happens when silence goes electric.
When introspection meets chaos. This one carries memory and magic.
🔵 Blue – My only grown-up.
This blue grounds me. It’s the calm one.
The part of me that says: okay, let’s be wild — but let’s also come home.
These colors are my manifesto before the words.
When I started the And I Called It Freedom collection, I thought I was making art.
Turns out, I was mapping how I felt.
These colors — they’re not decorative. They’re declarative.
🟠 You can see them all in the collection: And I Called It Freedom
📥 Or feel the process in the eBook
