Seeing Red

I love red. I’ve always loved red.

Right beside orange, it’s my favorite color.

In photography speak, I tend to be a “warm” rather than a “cool” photographer.

My photographs bias toward warm.

I have always have a natural and organic attraction and affinity toward the warm, rather that the cool-part of the color spectrum.

For the most part, warm colors are those in the red, orange, and yellow families, while cool colors are those in the green, blue, and purple families

Red, in all its glory speeds up the heart rate, blood flow and body temperature

Red is full to the brim of symbolism and meaning.

On the positive side of the equation, love stand for passion, romance, intensity, energy, sexy, and desire.

On the negative side of the equation, red also stands for violence, anger, aggression.

This comes as no surprise at all, to me, as I see my life in balance full of push and pull, positive and negative forces, all working toward their glorious and orchestrated end.

I am complex because life is complex. Fuck it. Click.

I’ve been noticing, a lot lately, a camera-shift, toward red.

That means something is happening to me, on the fiery part of life-good and bad, positive and negative.

Something is developing. Something is giving birth. Her name is Red.



Jack Hollingsworth