Departure

The definition that always brings people sadness and a bitter-sweet taste of leaving something behind is the best way to take what we learned. Along with the welcome of something new and exciting that can create a world of colors outside our own. Well here we are, with the memory of something left and the expiration of something old expecting the new. In the airport waiting for our delayed flight, what else is there to do but look at the fashion selections of some of my fellow travelers. And in our multitalented world, watch the Gucci spring women’s runway. In an island like the Bahamas, there are no sign of Gucci, with reds and purples that can create a world of fruit and tropical flair; it just does not exist. What a world of separation along with the connections of the colors that can only be used in the set reality we are all part of. Some may argue that colors exist in out imagination and can be created. I fail to believe this to be true, our imagination can only manipulate the colors already existing not create since we lack the right and ability to do so. So far away Gucci and Bahamas beach flair are connected in color and pattern. Both live out in the minds of the manipulators (designers and artists) when they depart of such angelic destinations. There I see the metal plates known to be present this season in the Gucci bags and dresses, found in the scanning machines used by the Bahamas customs. The reds and purples are present in a little girl’s carrier bag and a mother’s over used sweater. Do we really depart or do we steal the colors and patterns around us. It is this bitter sweet taste that can be brought with us wherever we travel.