Red and Blue

Blue has always fascinated me. I love the colour and I love what it means to me. For some reason the colour always comes back into my life. I had a colleague who had blue as the theme for his life. He was always looking for the ultimate blue, wherever he went and whatever he did. When he was walking around the city he would be looking for blue things that he would pick up, label and store away. He always wore blue, including bright blue shoes, and at his desk even the stapler was blue. He also loved the water, and he loved sailing. The sea was also the place where he would go looking for the ultimate blue, which he thought he would find somewhere between the sea and the sky. Ultimately, that is the place where his life ended.

For me blue is the colour of great depth of things, the colour of the exploration of things nderneath the surface. I guess that is why Luka's "Exploring the Blue" has so much meaning, because the two are inextricably linked.

Then I also love red, because red is the colour of fire, the colour of life, the colour of danger. I love to wear red clothes, because they make me feel good, and they give me a sense of control. It is the colour of the superficial that sets of the blue. The colour that ensures that I don't get lost in too much thought or reflection but also remain alive and part of the world. It is the colour of heat that can set of the cold that can be part of blue. To me the two cannot really be separated, and I need both in my life to make it complete.