

I've never really known where I stand with color; for that matter, I've never really have been sure if I'm any good with it (a true artist always works him/herself into a paranoid frenzy over the most pointless matters). Color is something I had avoided for the longest time simply because I wasn't sure if I was using it right (as some San Jose teacher once said to a class, "You guys think you're ready for color?! Ha! Ha, to you all, puny mortals!".
I grew pretty comfortable with black-and-white, with the occasional foray into gradients when I was feeling especially gutsy; I then pooh-poohed color comics for "trying to hard to impress people" (I need a Clove cigarette when I say that). Eventually, when I had finally mastered the miracle of Photoshop, I gave colors another try.
The truth is that color is a wonderful thing to use...if it's used right. When it's used wrong you want to cry. Seriously. Why do you think Brian Bolland went through all of the trouble to recolor
The Killing Joke? Because he wanted it to look right for once! Some artists stay awake at nights, fearing what's going to be done when their work leaves their hands (me, I just stay up in fear of my dog staining the rug YET AGAIN).
Desaturation in colors is essential, because there are few things that degrade comics like bright, fruity painfully-saturated colors. One of the reasons I've loved Marvel's Essentials collections from the very beginning was the omission of color; granted, this was probably more of a cost-saving decision than anything else, but for the first time all of those gorgeous masterpieces of pencilling-and-inking could finally be appreciated without all the garish primary colors crapping up the whole thing.
Of course, I'm sure you all have a different say on the matter, so please say your piece in the comments section and we'll all have a good chortle.