caseycastille

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My apologies if If you've been kind enough to love something I've done here, and I haven't thanked you. I've been busy the past couple of weeks and haven't been able to get back here until now. Please know how much I appreciate the love and consideration. Thank you!

Before you leave my page, please tell me something about how color affects, or has affected, you. (And find me on Facebook: Casey Castille Nassberg.)

Heartiest regards,
case.

(PS - My avatar was a gift from Geneus1. He indulged me when I told him I've always wanted to be a Nagel woman. Find him on http://www.fontstruct.com)





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My sense of color has been shaped by my itinerant childhood. I am the daughter of a career Army officer, and by virtue of my father's career, I spent my formative years in far-flung locales. From Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, to Akizuki, Japan, to Lisbon, Portugal, to McAlester, Oklahoma, and many places inbetween, the Army was good about keeping you guessing. I remember these places and times in my life by the colors and patterns they left tattooed across my mind.

After leaving the nest, I joined a rock band (The Mimsies), which allowed my nomadism to become professional. With my band, I toured North America for a decade, and again, much of what I recall about those times is streaked in color.

Currently, I work from home as a freelance illustrator and designer. I've suffered from chronic illness all my life, and after many attempts to fight it, I've resigned myself to accepting my limits and trying to work within them. My artistic focus has turned from the world outside to what is immediately in front of me. My scope has become microcosmic and intensely personal. Finding Colour Lovers has allowed me another tool with which to explore emotion and impression with absolute immediacy. Perhaps more telling, and more complete in emotional scope than a photograph, these quick expressions in palettes, patterns and colors allow me to punch in with an emotional timeclock. I look forward to retrieving the punchcards for later use in bigger, lasting artworks.