The Color Red

Color is where our brains meet the Universe.

Paul Klee

February has always made me shiver. Especially Valentine’s Day. The month has always been the low-point of my year. I swear that something transpires every February without fail.

Absence of color only adds to this despondency of mood.

Color? Color is Nirvana. Enlightenment. I am undetermined which ones to savor. 

Celadon and a desert sage of the fields found near Taos. 

The Canyon hues of New Mexico and the Grand Canyon in Arizona that range from purple to clay. The red corals that suggest a hint of citrus orange-red, like that found in coral Indian jewelry. The deep shade of rouge of Red Rocks in northern New Mexico. 

The lavender of the fields in Provence and Abiquii, New Mexico. The Tuscan yellow of the sunflowers in Kansas and the yarrow in Missouri. The blue of the Precious Cargo transported by the Dutch East India Company in the 17th Century and reinterpreted in Old Mexican pottery and tile. 

Pale watery tints found in the paint colors of Sea Salt (Sherwin Williams)  and Ocean Pearl (Behr), two colorways most favored because these remind me of Provence. 

When I once worked in sales for a To-the-Trade textile company based out of New York, I was drunk as a honeybee in color overdose witnessed by the pigment embedded in the wallcoverings. Exquisite, yet completely indescribable in words alone.

Of all colors of the spectrum, red has always been my least favored. Then, I fell in love with a Ralph Lauren fabric that imagined its way into a bedroom design project. And, someone gifted me a candy apple red SUV as an appeasement for his womanizing ways.

Let me ask you, What color is the Valentine heart? This is a trick question! You may answer, Well, red, of course!

The only color a Valentine heart is, and you should go slow on this one! The only color of it is everything but the color red. Red is the frequency of the light that is reflected away! A Valentine heart is not red. A Valentine heart invites us to consider its reflected non-essence as an invitation to explore its Essence.

A Valentine heart is in fact sending information to us to say, I am sending you my reflected non-essence and am inviting you to consider what I really am.

A color theory professor of mine, who approached the class from a near Spiritual perspective, once told me that if the notes of a piano could be played at a high enough octave, the sound would turn to Color and then to Light. Or another way said, if frequency is vibrating fast enough, it’s emitted as sound, then if vibrating even faster, it is emitted as a Color of Light. Something about that is so Infinite and Divine. This represents Essence to me.

A few years before the candy apple red SUV was given to me, I gave him the Taylor Swift CD, Red. He missed the Essence of my Valentine.

Red

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin ending so suddenly

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the free fall

Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

Losing him was blue like I’d never known

Missing him was dark gray all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met

But loving him was red

Loving him was red

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong

Losing him was blue like I’d never known

Missing him was dark gray all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met

But loving him was red

Oh red

Burning red

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head

Burning red

Burning it was red

Oh losing him was blue like I’d never known

Missing him was dark gray all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met

‘Cause loving him was red

Yeah, yeah red

We’re burning red

And that’s why he’s spinning ’round in my head

Comes back to me, burning red

Yeah, yeah

His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street

Taylor Swift – Red https://youtu.be/R_rUYuFtNO4