I seem to have painted myself in a corner with this look closer from details to the big picture, what am I, red. Because red is not one of my favorite colors; too much energy abundant, eye-catching assertiveness for my introvert self.
Let’s see if I can get myself out of it since I chose red because of the final image, without thinking of the implications it will have on the step by step process . Now don’t scroll to peek at it 🙂
I am thinking of those times we acted first, only to realize later that the wave has not passed. We are still to deal with the emotions our action stirred; with the physicality that, perhaps, it followed; with the energy stirred by what we did or said. That’s a face of red I see.
So, what do you see?
Textured red, would be my first answer. Shimmering water over an agitated surface. Cardinal red that holds power. Heart braking poppy red.
A warning and questions too. Questioning myself. Self-doubt and the imperative need to take action, to prove myself to myself. Seeing red and physical need to remove myself from the situation.
Or I’d think of strawberries, if I’m hungry 🙂 Strawberries still link my mind to my childhood. A fruit of happy summer, carefree days. Heaps of them at the market. Now we get them all year round and their magic is gone.
So, I tell myself, red is not that bad after all… Post office red makes me thing of letters and of Christmas and I find this shade of bright red to be energizing.
I scroll further as I feel I’ve been staring too long at this ruby rectangle; it becomes overbearing and it pains my eyes.
Dare I zoom out?
One extra piece of information and the image has a whole new meaning.
Red is playful now. And the illusion of shade implies light. Light is always good. Light holds answers.
I’m thinking now of bright red nail polish that carries a festive atmosphere and it always puts me in a frisky mood. Because le rouge va bien aux brunes, red suits brunettes. The one I stopped wearing long time ago.
Red’s looking better.
Perhaps the picture is that of an acorn all dressed up? I laugh and feel myself going red.
I zoom out some more.
Oh, so it is an acorn, after all!
An acorn knitted hat.
How else would you call a beanie? A benny?
Knitted cap is too self explanatory and yet stiff. Like the set-up instructions that accompany a hammock. (Ever seen those? It goes like this: ‘insert the non-loop end into the loop on the opposite end’ – drains all the joy out of it). It should say find two trees you want to grab hold of at the same time but you can’t. Use the hammock to bridge the gap.
Same with above bonnet – too boring.
Perhaps beret, taking the French way and with a dash of WWII French Resistance…
And I am calling it a beret to lift y spirits too for I could never knit something like this. Not even the pointy bit. I can only knit in strait lines.
I did wrote a concentric letter once, though…
So we started with a textured red that looked threatening, brought in a dash of shadows and light, and a story to shake off the initial overbearing feeling.
Was it worth it?
I’ve told you I started with the final image.
Isn’t this what we always do, start with the end dream and knit our way towards it?
It is always worth it, isn’t it?
Because every color has a silver lining. Red’s is unconditional love.
The Look Closer. From Details to the Big Picture. What am I? Yellow was great fun to write and sparked some discussions, in case you want to have a look.
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