• Call – Color Feel, Theme of the Month
• Response – Autumn Red
• By – Mimi Peterson

AUTUMN RED

Before hibernal cold, after vernal heat, as summer comes to close, More darkness than daylight soon will cover our planet host.

Radiant leaves, ripe fruit, fall from trees. Celebrate! Rhythmic cycles of life to death, grow naturally to decompose.

Earth’s tilted path, Autumn’s angles unequal in length, Sunlight threads scattered perceptions, Run fingers along the rifts, feel dark sided deceptions.

Nature’s plan, confront the invisible with visible. Creativity’s roots buried in the Earth, actions make seasons change, withdraw from view, return full circle. Gravity holds our Galaxy in a state of tension, but equal.

Somewhere between Solstice greens and Equinox reds, rust, now pale orange. Watch the emperor’s self-portrait develop, colors applied before drawing completed, like ascending a descending escalator, defines mystery. A work in progress, proof of context without content, defies description.

Picture the electric emperor sliding through his labyrinth, arriving at a white castle with yellow trim, a micro-environment for self-made statesmen. Visibly disenchanted with reality, borderlines, climate’s health, women’s worth, seen as ruptured experiments. Promises made capture imaginations, Colors and words abandoned in favor of the immediacy of virtual realization.

Enshrined behind bulletproof glass, protected from sullen spaces, hostile people, visible in its entirety. Strategized from inside, offensive formation, Gravity defends a Universe of Galaxies.

There are two sides to every story. Which comes first, heads or tails? Envision an elliptical curve without beginning or end, Ouroboros, an ancient mythological snake, symbolizes endless cyclical renewal of life, endless cycles of time whisper, in truth or molten denial, “fear love”.

The Other side, Envision a prism without beginning or end, Prima Materia, all that matters. Honest materials, brought from the chaos to change elements, Women and Nature persist, be the birth and balance.

March to join in the radical pursuit of happiness. Guaranteed by day, obscured by night, lost in space. Think of it – emancipation from apathy, patriarchy, inclusive, exclusive, elusive equality. Or do we feed on ourselves during Autumn Red?

Mimi Peterson, 11.16.24