Here's how this works: I "spin" the wheel on my camera roll, so to speak. And blindly select a random picture when it stops.
Three and a half years ago, I took this photo. It almost doesn't matter what it is, where it came from, where it may be now. What matters to me is the beauty and the decadence. The lush, fiery softness. The sensual desire it evokes. The vibrance, the passion.
RED.
I've long been a veritable servant to the power and allure of this color. It drives me. It feeds my creativity. It awakens my soul. I indulge in it when I feel happy and worthy and loved. But when my life isn't aligned with my desires - when things feel hopeless or overwhelming - I abandon my color spirit and find myself rotting in a sea of drab, grey, lifeless hues.
I do these things figuratively. I do them literally. And lately, I've been wallowing in a REDless world.
As I gaze at this long forgotten image, I'm swept away, viscerally reliving the splendor of many muse.
Today I will find something RED...