Red—no matter what other name you call it by— is the color of passion, anger, courage, sacrifice, warning, fire, sin, revolution, love, power, etc…
red is my favorite color and these are some samples of my reds; let’s start with a red heart or a scarlet letter:
red tomatoes,
red fish,
red Persian rug,
red literature,
a red fountain pen,
and a red pencil,
red lips,
a hot red car,
another hot red car,
an aspiring red rose,
and a real red rose,
lovelorn poppies,
red peppers,
high calorie red,
a small red door,
and a slightly bigger one!
the fabulous Miss Wendy:
Los Angeles’ red light district,
red beads,
wine is one of my favorite reds,
red steps in Prague,
and red steps in Buenos Aires,
a disobedient red strawberry shortcake,
and a red blog…
and this is the end of my Red post.
As I can not add here some red pictures for you as a gift,
I copy some of the verses from a french song by
Michel Sardou in 1984..The title of the song is “Rouge”..
Rouge
Comme un soleil couchant
De Méditerranée
Rouge
Comme le vin de Bordeaux
Dans ma tête étoilée
Rouge
Comme le sang de Rimbaud
Coulant sur un cahier
Rouge
Comme la mer qui recouvre
Le désert de Judée
Rouge
Comme les joues d’un enfant
Quand il a trop joué
Rouge
Comme la pomme qui te donne
Le parfum du péché
Rouge
Comme le feu du volcan
Qui va se réveiller
Rouge
Comme cette étoile au coeur
De ce dormeur couché
Comme un oiseau tué
Par un chasseur tragique
Comme un acteur blessé
Par les cris du public
Comme un violon brisé
Qui rejoue l’Héroïque
Comme la vision glacée
Du dernier Titanic
Rouge
Comme le feu des tziganes
Quand les violons s’affolent
Rouge
Comme un phare de signal
Quand un avion s’envole
Rouge
Comme les lèvres d’une femme
Quand l’amour la rend folle
Rouge
Comme le front du menteur
Qui trahit sur parole
Comme un oiseau tué
Par un chasseur tragique
Comme un acteur blessé
Par les cris du public
Comme un violon brisé
Qui rejoue l’Héroïque
Comme la vision glacée
Du dernier Titanic
Comme le silence qui suit
Les paroles en musique
Comme une symphonie
Quand elle est pathétique
Rouge
Comme la colère d’un homme
Quand il voit s’en aller
Rouge
Tout ce qu’il a construit
Tout ce qu’il a aimé
Rouge
Comme le manteau du Christ
Que les soldats ont joué
Rouge
Comme la couleur du ciel
Quand il va s’écrouler
……
Thank you for sharing this extraordinary colour with us, and thanks once more for your wonderful blog.
nice photos! the red doors, the stairs are really beautiful, striking.i also like the beads 🙂
Hey,
Lovely… I can see the love for red. I think to me red largely means passion and something that you cannot avoid to NOTICE. Whatever the signal read would mean. Fengshui i believe promotes RED color. In hindus, the bindi the women originally wore was supposed to be red. The color that we originally played the festival of HOLI in India is also RED.
Its a very powerful and positive color. Three cheers for you to represent it so beautifully in IMAGES.
Wish you a bright life…(RED)
Cheers
NISH
Nice post Michelle! Red is my favorite color too! 🙂 Nish is right, Red is the color of passion; but I wanted to point out that beside passion, red is also the color of life.
Speckled over the surface of our tiny red blood cells, a hemoglobin molecule hugs an oxygen molecule and this union turns the color of our blood red. This is good. This is survival. For me, it means that I live to share this story of billions of red blood cells crawling through our tiny vessels only to feed our starving cells the very oxygen they need.
Yes, we like red in many aspects of our lives, our wines, our flowers, carpets, cars, and other items we surround ourselves with; but let’s not forget that every ephemeral whiff of a red rose is the courtesy of our ruby blood, the very color that makes each breath possible. When oxygen leaves our hemoglobin, the blood turns dark blue and our rosy cheeks turn pale and then cyanoti – and we die if ruddiness does not return and the situation is not reversed. So, all the red that makes our collective experience is possible because of this one red, and this is why I wish everyone red wine, red roses, red Ferraris, red Persian carpets with matching wall paper and drapes, and lots and lots of red passion; but most importantly, I wish all of you red cheeks and many many happy red blood cells!! 🙂
Ali
p.s. I painted a painting called “Red Chaos” a couple of years ago. I’ll email you a picture of it since I now know you’re also a fan of this color. 🙂
Hey Michele..
Dazzling pictures & imagery.. capture beautifully metaphor & symbol of color RED
My House is the Red Earth
My house is the red earth; it could be the center of the world. I’ve heard New York, Paris, or Tokyo called the center of the world, but I say it is magnificently humble. You could drive by and miss it.
Radio waves can obscure it. Words cannot construct it, for there are some sounds left to sacred wordless form. For instance, that fool crow, picking through trash near the corral, understands the center of the world as greasy strips of fat.
Just ask him. He doesn’t have to say that the earth has turned scarlet through fierce belief, after centuries of heartbreak and laughter—he perches on the blue bowl of the sky, and laughs.
By Joy Harjo
Dear Michele:
Red is my favorite color too.
Life is colorful and each color has a meaning and a purpose. Seven chakras of the body represent seven colors of the rainbow spectrum spinning of all form white the color of light. Red is the color of root chakra which is our connectivity with the ground. Your blog reminds me of a poem I wrote many years ago about colors of life which I bring it here. Thank you
Colors of life
Red, yellow, and blue,
Wine, honey, see-through,
Versus war, famine, curfew.
There is flood, shedding blood,
Some in the mud, thanking the God,
Some count the days, behind the rod.
There is orange, lots of brown,
The set of the sun, beauty of the dawn,
Class of the poor, class of crown,
The sad, and the bad, and the faking clown.
Green is the light, color of the peace,
Allowing to go, allowing to kiss.
Trees are plenty, forests are many,
Cutting all of them for the sake of money
Bright is the birth, so dark is the death,
The white like a bird, black like a hearth.
Color of the love, is the red, is the best.
It is wonderful when the birds form a nest.
The best of the all are colors of the life
The husband, the sons, and daughters with the wife
And I love the white, peace and joy not the fight,
We don’t need to fight if the mind is bright.
And I love the red, life alive not the dead.
We are like a dead, love-less life with dread.
Mehrdad 10/16/2001
Ditto!
What a fantastic Ode to Red! The pictures are absolutely stunning. It was not my favorite color before, but i think that i might change my color allegiances now because your Red Gallery is so gorgeous… Thank you once again, Michele, for bringing such beauty to your loyal friends and blog readers!
The Ode i referred to above was of course Michele’s visual one.
i loved the Red
Soooooooooooooooooooooooo beautiful pictures – i love these pictures 🙂