hueristics

Of all modalities of valuation, chromatic theories pose the most varied and subjective platform. It deals with the distillation of a group of attributes to a value that is both visual-centric and has a flexible representation. The very poetry of this methodology lies in its apparent simplicity of summarizing causation and result in a manner of inabsolute vividness. From spatial quality analysis, cognitive and behavioral modification to environmental perception, color has been a succinct tool whose varied permutations reveal information on a deceptively autocratic sense. It is this very characteristic of chroma that has led me to choose such a platform to facilitate my search for elucidation.

From hereon, my drafts and drivels, allusions and assertions may be loosely categorized on these various, but in no way exclusive, chromatic families as outlined below. These are forms of the color red, whose essential spectra of connotations I have abridged into genres of chromatic qualities, and thus must I define these permutations and their general representations.





RED - The base color. It is the source of all the hues. It deals with issues pertaining to my greater being. A higher consciousness seeking reason and purpose.
BURGUNDY - The color of the Learned. A deep tone of royal precedence whose purpose seeks the truth in existence. The introspective.
MAROON - The academic. His path lies on the learning gained. The moral compass.
CRIMSON - The warmth of blood, whose passion embrace and engulf one in its mad totality. It is somewhat irrational and impulsive, assertive and prideful.
PINK - The soft beating of a romantic repose.
FUCHSIA - The proud brandishing of sexuality and sensuality.
RUBY - Exquisite and refined, it seeks the superficiality of the tactile over those of the intangible.
RUST - The degradation of the core. The slow death whose lucid hands encroach upon the proudest of metals. It is foreboding and secretive.



These colors are facets of my ongoing search for self. An unending cycle of permutations leading to an eventual regaining of what was lost and that which has been newly found. It is my heuristic compass whose varied tones deal my life cards in a kaleidoscope of monochromes. It is all of me, and none of me. It is proud and reserved, meditatively impulsive, complexly self-apparent. It is the spectrum whose shimmer is a foil to my psyche, yet is as counter-intuitive.

These are which approximately defines my existence, yet in no capacity contain the full breadth of it. It is my color and I will own it. Schizophrenic as it may seem, we are but consolidations of our own multitude of beings, a cacophony of chroma cast amidst the carefree chasms of life.