I love the very smell of red
White… is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black… God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
As a child, I kept several little black books full of lists. I loved making lists. I carved out my identity by the lists I made. These things I liked. These were a few of my favourite things. By extension, I didn’t like those things that didn’t make it into the books. Gradually I defined my identity and distinguished myself from those that were around me. Not only was I different in these specific ways, but I also had these other specific things in common.
After I got older, my viewpoints changed and matured and I realised that the world was bigger and less able to fit into a little black book. The world was like math. As a child, I lived with the world of arithmetic and it worked well for my limited viewpoint. Growing older, however, my horizons expanded and suddenly arithmetic wasnt enough to understand the world. My perspective had to change to include algebra. More maturing, and even the algebraic world that I lived in was insufficient and I had to learn calculus. Now I live in a world of quantum physics…
The little black books are kept around as a reminder of my childhood mostly. Much of those things which are listed are still my favourites, however. The categories I use are nearly as telling as the lists themselves. Some are basic. My favourite composers. My favourite kinds of trees (although I broke them down into broadleaf and coniferous). My favourite colours….
Colours are fascinating. They have changed over the years but somehow they have stayed the same. I think that the basic colours have not changed as much as how I defined them. For example, I remember listing red as a fav and then, later, changing it to brown. Still later it was red-orange - then maroon. Grey has always been at the top of the list while the remaining colours have jumped around for the remaining positions. That in itself is interesting because grey isnt really a colour - its a combination of two colours: black and white.
My girlfriend has synesthesia which is where nerve endings in the brain that relate to sensory perception kind of overlap (in a grossly simplistic definition) and things are perceived differently than is considered normal (which could easily segue to the topic of what is normal but lets just stick to colours for now). Synesthesia is most frequently expressed in a mental association of certain colours to certain letters of the alphabet or numbers or even symbols where the synesthete sees a “Q” as being a blue colour instead of the black letter on a page. In a nearly subconscious way, the words in a book all have colours and blend or clash accordingly.
This idea of colour composition has brought me back to my list of favourite colours. In thinking about all of this over the past several weeks, I realised that it wasnt so much that I had favourite colours as I had favourite colour combinations. That epiphany cleared a lot of things up in my mind. It wasnt so much that grey was my favourite as how much I liked the synergy of what happened when black combined with white. It was powerful and beautiful and much more than the two colours were capable of on their own. There were so many permutations and possibilities.
These are my favourite colour combinations…
This idea of the prismatic spectrum where colours can combine to create new and beautiful things is a wondrous expression of the power of synergy and community. Nothing is designed to exist by itself. Our purpose and beauty comes to fruition when we work in harmony with something else. That is the Tao. That is what it means to Be.


