SFX: Quiet chords, something ethereal and breathy like an organ. Collage of vox pop voices begins.
WOMAN 1:
This color…I think of…
MAN 1:
This one reminds me of, um…
MAN 2:
I see…
WOMAN 1:
This burgundy. This rich, dark burgundy, it’s like the color of leather used on books in a college library…
MAN 1:
Pumpkins.
WOMAN 2:
And there was this beach. The sand there was a very specific color like the blush that’s inside seashells. A little bit of a blush of pink …
WOMAN 3:
This orangey-clay color really reminds me of Canyon de Chelly, uh, which is out in New Mexico, or Arizona? And it feels so dry when you’re at the top. 00:11:18 It’s just, you know, a vastness of one color.
MAN 2:
Growing up in the ’70s my mother had a number of appliances that were this color. Some called it avocado. Others called it “Acapulco Gold”. I distrust this color intensely.
WOMAN 2:
And we turned a corner and as far as the eye could see was this field of sunflowers, just yellow, yellow, yellow…
WOMAN 1:
This blue, it’s-it’s just the most perfect bright sky blue on a very sunny, hot summer day.
MAN 3:
And a memory where I’m sitting outside on the lawn and I’m staring up at the house that’s this pale yellow color and my mom is coming out of the door looking down. I felt very, very safe and-and happy.
WOMAN 1:
And looking up at the sky and just that feeling of having the whole day ahead of you.
SFX: Tones continue to build for a few seconds, then end sharply.