The Inner Truth Behind Meyerhold

The inner truth behind Meyerhold in theatre lies in the movement, pace and color.
The inner truth behind Meyerhold in photography lies in color, composition and expression.

If taken out of context what would you look like? What color would you really be?
will you be blue trust-worthy?
will you be pure white?
will you be infinite black? Royal purple? Misunderstood yellow? Raw green? Mysterious black? Festive Orange? Passionate Red? Confused Gray? Old Beige? Naive pink? Menacingly enchanting sky-blue?

You just might be the color you hate.
You just might be the color that expresses you from the inside, the inner truth of you.

I know someone who is black, real black. Not fake black. Not black because they wear it, black because they ARE it.
I know someone who's gray. I know someone who's gray even though they THINK they are black.

I know someone who is yellow even though they think they are purple. I know someone who is apologetically self-identified as elite.

I know someone who's trying to hide out the beige by pretending to be red. Someone who's intricate motif of beige and red is wrapped around their hearts.
I know someone who's so afraid of green they wish they were brown.
Because green never learns until green is brown.
Because green is easy to break. Because green is childhood and childhood should leave. Why won't it leave?