I have some complaints about red being seemingly the sole color for the representation of love. I suppose it’s passionate, it’s the color of a beating heart (I would guess – I’ve never actually seen a real one myself aside from those medical shows on television) and it does make for an exceptionally beautiful flower. The problem is this: you can’t stick your finger through it.
Now blue – that color you can stick your finger through, especially the darker blues. If you hang, say, two pieces of construction paper in front of you on a wall – one red and one blue – and stare at them, you’ll never get your eyes as far into the red one as you can with the blue one. And if you stare at them long enough, as if to stick your fingers through them, you’ll eventually get to the other side, or the end, of the red one. It’ll just stop. The blue one is seemingly eternal and no matter how long you stare or how deep you try to stick your finger into it, you’ll never hit the other side. It’s naturally deeper, and truer, and just plain bluer.
So I say this to Hallmark and mother nature, maybe make a few more blue Valentines Day cards and a few more blue flowers.
On another note, I’ve been distracted with the ever so beefy “What to Expect the First Year” book about, well, what to expect the first year, regarding mother and baby and changes. Who would have thought it would be a riveting page turner? I mean, it evokes pleasure, pain, horror, laughter, joy, sadness, all of the things a great fiction book would possess. The problem is it’s very, very real. I guess I’m on my way to finding out, eh?
I sat down to begin an abstract painting of…I’m not sure what yet. As soon as I figure it out, I’ll be sure to let you know. Instead of the aforementioned reds and oranges, it turned out to be browns and blues and hints of lime green. I surprised myself. Though depending on the color inside my pores for the duration of the process, there just might pop up some reds and oranges. Now that’s a suspense/thriller if I’ve ever heard one.
18/01/2009 at 9:48 pm Permalink
Interesting observations about red and blue. that’s why blue is supposed to represent the spiritual part of the dreamer..the part that’s eternal.
I think you should paint your dreams! many artists out there must be painting theirs..how could they come up with such incomprehensible images otherwise? Pregnancy is a very different spirituality. I had planned on writing a book about that some day!