color memoir
At the time I write this, I am just finishing my first quarter as an honest-to-goodness design major. Now that I am finished just trying to get in the door, I can take all those beginning classes that kicked me out so that the Design freshman on the enrollment wait list could stay. This is my 4th color course that I have taken in public schools and private art classes. It had a unique focus on communication with colors. Still, there was an unnerving paradox that I eventually lost tolerance for. It is all here so that I can read this later and reflect for myself. Any enriching knowledge or amusement you find here will be your fault.

jtnimoy@ucla.edu