Sometimes I make things because they’re pretty. Sometimes the colors are just right. Sometimes the ocean inspires shape and color. This time it’s my ridiculously colorful grandpa. It’s been 30 years since he’s passed, but his knack for making incredibly bad color combinations work beautifully influences the way I think about color now as if he’s right here telling me what to do. The day he colored a snowman orange in my coloring book, I cried like a beast. But if he didn’t, I’d never remember that coloring book, or his unusual creativity. Orange has become my most exciting color to use, and each time I use it, there’s a little bit of Grandpa telling me I did a good job.