I was never really the mainstream kid who liked the color Blue while growing up. I had a lot of classmates back then who chose Blue when asked which color is their favorite! I guess, back then, Blue was “cool” (it is, of course, literally).
I don’t quite recall what I’d put in slum books when asked what my favorite color was. I do recall that I didn’t have a particular favorite color. I was a pragmatic child, I liked all colors… why settle for one when all was available? It just boggled me, really.
Of course, I do have practical preferences… I’m a huge fan of Black and White (most of my readers know this as I’ve mentioned it countless amount of times). It’s clean, it’s crisp, and it’s no-nonsense. Later on, I added Gold into the roster.
It’s not to say I don’t like other colors, of course. I love colors… I love each and every one of them, in every pantone. Every time I see something that’s a medley of color, I get a visual orgasm. If you go through my iPhone’s photo album, you will see a variety of palettes saved.
So how can I play favorites, seriously? Why limit yourself to just one (anything) when you can have a variety? I guess I’m really pragmatic as a person… or an opportunist or both! Then again, it’s being in that state of limbo, in that state of uncertainty, that you can allow yourself to fully exercise creativity.
Call me a Bohemian or whatnot but the tendency of having favorites is to “favor” them all the time. When that happens, you create a predictable pattern, and remember… predictability is the enemy of creativity.