I have been left to conclude, after working on two pieces back to back, that I am bipolar when it comes to color palettes. Clearly this isn't a problem.
Piggybacking on a previous post, last month's challenge of using only one color palette for all my pieces was a subtle sort of torture that I had not anticipated (am I exaggerating? I'm not even sure). So it's no surprise that I'm letting my mind run wild with colors. It's a beautiful paradox. I love (or maybe my OCD brain loves) the idea of a perfectly similar, yet different, collection. A "real" collection. But I cannot. I love the unpredictable. I love not staring at the same colors over and over again. I love the perception of endless possibilities. So this piece is not like the rest. I love it's protruding perkiness in the bunch.