COLOURS (mainly RED) and how they work


or as America has  it – ‘COLORS’

I don’t know much about how colours work nor do I really have a favourite colour though I suppose I do tend to favour (or is it ‘favor’?)  blue – what does that tell you about me?  Can you pidgeon-hole people by their choice of colour? Of course you can. Just like you have psychosemantic (as well as  psychosomatic)terms like ‘endomorph’ and ‘mesomorph’ and ‘ectomorph’ which label people by their body shape and suggest that their physique defines their psyche and vice-versa so you can probably label a person by colour preference.

There are already generally agreed links between colours and personality types:   red = passion; yellow= cowardice; blue=depression; white=fear; green=jealousy; black=rage.

So that would suggest that my colour preference indicates I have a slightly  melancholic personality. That’s pretty depressing. You see red when you lose your temper. When you give in, you show the white flag. Othello was destroyed by ‘the green-eyed monster’. The white feather was given to conscientious objectors. And so on: a red rag to a bull; to have a yellow streak; to have a fit of the blues….

But I digress! What I was initially thinking was that a colour and its application trigger emotional and aesthetic responses.

Colour combinations of course add to the complexity: some mixes are complementary like gin and tonic; others less so like whisky and orange juice.  As my grandmother used to say: blue and green/should not be seen…..

but for example, red and yellow together seem to me to send out pleasing vibrations. Or is that the way I see it and nobody else?

Red is a striking colour as teachers well know when they underline students’ errors and write pithy comments in the margin with their angry red pens. Red stands out. Red gets noticed. Red doesn’t cough apologetically. If you’re a shrinking violet don’t put on a flamenco dancer’s dress. Red grabs centre stage.

This is the back ofDundee University’s Dalhousie Building which because of its colour and shape makes you stop and stare and get your camera out

and those red legs and golden shoes and the black skirt also might make you stare and admire the total effect very aesthetically

and like the graceful stance – the fact that she was a pretty girl and was aware that she was a pretty girl adds powerfully to the overall effect. There’s nothing prettier (or more ephemeral) than youth; youth’s a stuff will not endure – we all know that….once we no longer have it.

But yet another red.

 One fine day in Stromness,  I was struck by the red of this building, particularly because of the contrasting, accentuating blues of the sea and sky. I think it’s the rear view of the impressive Art Gallery viewed from the harbour.

    

There is something Norwegian I think about this use of colour in buildings in Orkney and also in the Shetland Islands. Up North in Voe, for example,  its red wooden bod  looks very different from any colour scheme you will find when you have recrossed the Pentland Firth. Especially not in the grey, granitey towns of the North East which were never strongly Viking influenced.

Back to flowers again, flowers inside – Wordswoth’s finest – blazing in the sunlight but helped to do so by the red of their red coffee pot container

and later in the week, the bluebells replace the daffodills, not so effectively (in my opinion ) but still able, partly because of that strikingly red coffee pot, to radiate  beauty and vitality, even if in a slightly more subdued way than the vibrant yellow-red combination of the daffodills

and can there be anything more effective in striking a deep chord in the human heart than the blood-red of a field of poppies, even without the accompanying row after row after row of bone-white crosses.

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