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Red Poetry in Winter

December 6, 2011

Red is an ancient color.   Famous wall paintings from Pompeii 2000 years ago were painted in a unique, shiny and intense red color that was made from cinnabar pigment (mercury sulfide.) Several frescoes showing this color still exist in Naples.

Our next online Color Course begins Jan. 12   Gail

 Life and Living (warning, warning)

 Dying embers fade away.

 Poison-Color. Staining lips with blood

 As all things Fall apart and fade. 

Poetry by Taaya Sharn – A young high school student who sat in on a talk I gave about color.

Xmas. is a good time to look at different hues of red. When white is added, pink emerges. pink doesn't have anything like the energy that red has.

Many expressions are derived from the word pink. The term In the Pink was used in Shakespeares Romeo and Juliet

Color is my day long obsession, joy and torment. Claude Monet

Passion, blood and fire all use red as symbols.

Red Oxide still carries the name of red but as it gets darker becomes browner if it has more orange in it. This changes the character of red greatly.

Newcomers to the world of color often think that red that leans towards violet is not valid. But it is.

Red light has the longest wavelength of all. It is measured at 650 nanometers. A little bit of red goes a long way when working with colors. It advances towards you in a composition, rather than receding.

Send along any poetry you have about color.  Gail

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Marilynn Olson permalink
    December 6, 2011 4:51 pm

    An observant visitor to our home once remarked that I must be of Russian descent.
    “I am; how did you know?”
    “You have red in every room in your house”, he answered.
    It made me smile.
    Just like red.

  2. December 7, 2011 12:23 am

    #816 The Place Where Colors Are Made

    Someday I will see the place where the colors are made,
    the place of my joy.
    There will be stairs leading up, wide marble stairs,
    and there will be a room,
    vast and vaulted and inspiring,
    and there will be music, one hundred strings under the baton
    of Carmen Dragon,
    and there will be dancers, one hundred blondes
    gowned by Jean Louis,
    whooshing between pillars in pastel chiffon.

    This place is it: huge bubbling cauldrons of color
    in which innocent cotton is transformed to gaudy hues,
    to scarlet and fuchsia, to purple and gold,
    to greens that bite your eyes and blues that lead you on until you think
    the world will never end….

    ….Here is the stuff of change, the very stuff,
    and you can take it home and hold it in your hands….

    …Yes. This is the place where colors are made.
    This is the place of joy.

    – Poem by Stephen Beal from his book, The Very Stuff, Interweave Press, 1995.

    • December 13, 2011 9:11 pm

      Hi Margaret,
      Thank you for this reading recommendation by Stephen Beal. His way with words makes the ideas and colors come alive. We have this book in our library. Our library is still packed away with some boxes down the long hallway in our home, many boxes up in the loft, precious historical in my office, a few we can’t live without in the classrooms and specialist in my bedroom. We are getting out books as we need them, so many boxes have been torn apart. Of course as soon as you quoted this book I wanted to rip through another box to find this book. Gail

      • December 14, 2011 12:29 am

        I remember your grand library in the old venue, where I took my Level One Cert in Contemporary Hand Stitch. I hope I will be able to visit it someday in its new home! 🙂

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