Watercolor thoughts

The blue penetrates all colors. Just a light drop takes any puddle two shades darker. You have to be careful, because after the pthalo blue you'll never get that brilliance back.
I default on Yellow mostly, it's easy enough to change and light enough to forget. It's best if you are not sure about what color's to use but already have the shape, otherwise you can't see it, can't see the brushstrokes. Sometimes I let my hand move till I see a shape. Red is good for that. Like blood making a life form. Catch yourself early to not make a blood wash, but that first ribbon of watery red is like a cut into the canvas opening possibilities.
I don't use green so much, it doesn't strike me as a particularly dynamic color, unless it was a green girl, perhaps, those are pretty. She's prettiest when she's opposite the color she's supposed to be. Green fairy girls with perfect breasts and playful poses--but then, that's not art. It's art if she looks sad, kinda, or serious, even though she's green. But not too green, no, you would definitely need to add some blue. Some shadows. Or at least some absurdity, like a bird with human arms, or gears floating haphazardly around her. Something to emulate the absurdness of her strange, darkened, beauty.
I really like orange, I gotta say, that color never lets me down. When you don't want reds drama or yellows plainness. It builds and brightens all colors around it, giving life to even the most neutral settings without drawing attention to itself. You can make it brilliant as the sun, or dull as filth, or gentle as meadows, or aggressive as neon lights. When I think of one solid color that I could stare at for days, like a Bing cherry stain, I would never pick orange, but I've never made a painting I liked that didn't have orange as a main ingredient. Like garlic. Actually, garlic, onions, and butter, orange is all three makin my mouth water.
Purple I use the least. She's a very powerful color and she gets away from me. Too dark yet too bright. Too feminine. Too loud. Too playful. Like the green, she needs to be subdued, wrapped in cold blue and taken to the depths of the ocean or the infinite universe. Only small doses. Or let her be the center of attention, have everything in the piece be about that one purple something, but that opportunity doesn't seem to arrive very often. When it does I get excited. Maybe it's a girl thing, but it makes me happy when purple becomes a good idea. I use it less often than gold, of all colors. I use gold all the time, and it never really works, but I can't help myself, I love that shiny metallic possibility. I keep throwing it in hoping one day I'll hit the stylized mine that requires gold every time. I'm still looking. Maybe more blue. That's the best thing about blue, it drowns everything. Lost in that cold primary tone, the yin, the mystery, washing everything away. You have to be careful.