I finally think I understand the whole semiotics/colour/context thing! Feel like I've had an epiphany! Today I went to the hairdressers for ages instead of going to uni, I felt guilty about it. But it ended up being a good thing, because I took some books and read about colour while I was getting my hair dyed. (this is relevent)
Talking to the hair dresser about colour gave me a completely different insight, because she really cared which shade of colour the hair ended up, whereas to me it all looked the same. Then she started talking to me about the ph balance in colour care shampoo, and I realised what the book meant about colours meaning different things to different people. And the same colour meaning a different thing in context.
Also, before I went the hair dressers I tried out this 'Blank is a colour' thing on a white piece of paper using a stencil, but instead of using talc, I used flour. My thought was that it wouldn't look any different but I realised in the photographs I took that talc is bright white and flour is cream. They have a different texture as well. These two instances made me realise it's the subtle differences in colour that make a difference.
This is the flour one
Completely different to the talc one.
My mum is always painting things white in her house, she will never use 'brilliant white' only 'antique white'. 'Brilliant white' is a agressively bright looking, 'antique white' is homely, I'd never notice! But when I was at school we had to wear white shirts with a little logo on them. I'd get my mum to wash them and they'd always come out off white, or grey or slightly pink, she'd never notice.
I got the result from my essay today, I did so badly I have to re-do it. I just regret working so hard on it, I don't think I missed a single lecture last term. I read extra books, and went to the library to start researching that essay weeks in advance. I didn't leave to the last minute and I got two friends who do English to help with it. And it was still a badly written essay! I don't think essay writing is my true calling so I'm not going to get too worked up about it.
I tried a little experiment last night where I sprinkled talc all over the kitchen floor to see how foot prints looked in it. My flat mates waited until I'd left the room and drew fake foot prints in the talc. I pretended to find it funny but I'm secretly annoyed my experiment was ruined. When I do an experiment and it fails I don't mind, like when I mixed talc powder with various different substances and nothing happened. But when an experiment is tampered with it is annoying because you never know what the result would have been.
Still, it means I have a proper reason to go into the studio, I'm going to re-try the experiment there and then clean up the kitchen here. Maybe I'll actually get some work done in the studio now!