Post redux: Pink!

23 01 2010

Originally posted in January, 2009—I apologize in advance if this ginormous collage crashes your system. I realize I got a little carried away with my collection. Pink just plum(b) took over.

(Oh, and do be patient while the collage loads. It might take a little longer than usual, but I promise it is worth the wait.)

If your system does lock up, you could also blame my blogger friends (and my Dad):

Jan at http://www.thanksfor2day.blogspot.com/
Heather at http://mommymirandamusings.blogspot.com/
GG at http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/
Dad at his eBay store here (which was apparently ransacked because there is nothing posted)

Their recent comments gave me the impetus to post the colossal collage below.

“oooooooooohhh What a show, Cindy! I literally said that all the way through. Ooooh. Gorgeous. We’ve had some sunshine on and off the past few days. I think you need to get out of your basement more. Only 49 days until spring!!” — Jan

“Oh, man! You’re always taking my breath away like that, jeez!” —Heather

“Absolutely GORGEOUS! Your photo of the back of the day lily is particularly interesting. Have a wonderful weekend.” — G G

“The begonia shot is: Beautiful! Astonishing! Unbelievable! Gorgeous! Breathtaking! Damn, that’s a purdy pitcher! Please put me on your e-mail announcement list for every workshop. I won’t be able to attend, but I’ll be there in spirit if I know when and where (I’ll need the schedules so I’ll know when and where to send my spirit).” — Dad

I replied to Heather that I would soon be posting a rather long “pink collage” that could potentially crash her system. She replied, “bring it on!” So that’s the skinny and here we are.

Okay, the color pink wins by a long shot (so far) in the number of times it shows up in my garden photo archives. I thought orange was prevalent, but I was so, so wrong. I can only imagine how many times purple will show up—I tend to gravitate toward that color in my garden, even though I wouldn’t dare actually wear that color. Actually wearing that color or any shade of burgundy makes my skin itch. But that’s a whole ‘nuther topic. We artists are very sensitive to color, you know.

Well…now that I have revealed this little-known (and useless) fact about me, I should also tell you that I will not drive a burgundy car—and my anxiety doubles if the interior is burgundy, too. I discovered this about myself about 20+ years ago. So just guess what color car I am inevitably assigned when I rent a car. Yep. Burgundy. Or red (which I don’t have as much an aversion to after driving a sporty little Jeep in California two years ago…red = acceptable…burgundy = don’t go there). It doesn’t matter if every car left on the lot is white. The rental agent will start walking, keys in hand, directly to the only burgundy car in the place. I kid you not. Ask my cousin Bill. (He recently confessed that he now asks for “anything but burgundy” and “no rental plates, please”—the second request came about after I read something about never-do-wells stealing from rental cars because they know they’re driven by tourists with some good loot in tow.) And if someone traveling with me is renting the car, they usually don’t care what color it is, but I always comment, “betcha it’s going to be burgundy, mark my words.” Then the rental agent will lead us to only burgundy car in a sea of other colors. I kid you not. I’m jinxed. So now when I rent a car, I request “anything but burgundy, please.” This request is met with raised eyebrows more often than not. And I feel compelled to explain, “I’m an artist. I’m sensitive. No burgundy, please.” On one trip to San Diego, Michael went to rent the car while my friend Norma and I waited in the parking lot. It was late in the day and we said if burgundy is the only one available, then we’ll take it (but we won’t be happy about it). I said, “I just know it’s going to be burgundy.” Michael got the keys and met us across the parking lot and was laughing uncontrollably. But wait! Under the vapor lights…it could be…it just might be brown…yeah, it’s brown. We got out of the parking lot and saw the real color…yep, you guessed it. It was burgundy. Once again.

Now I must admit I don’t mind using it in my graphic design pieces. Burgundy has always been a nice corporate-y business color. And I don’t mind if other people wish to wear burgundy or drive a burgundy car. Just don’t ask me to ride with you. Especially if you’re wearing burgundy in your burgundy car with your burgundy seats. I will then offer to pick you up in my passive silver car with its quiet, unassaultive gray interior. I will not apologize for this particular peeve of mine. It is what it is.

Now back to pink. There is an off chance that I actually have something pink in my closet to wear. If not, I should. I do believe all women look good in pink (in particular shades depending on their skin tone and hair color), even if they don’t think so. I speak from experience as a portrait photographer. It’s a very flattering shade on women. And sometimes on men, too. There’s something youthful and joyful about the color pink, especially in the garden. And I love all the pinks in my garden—from pastel pink to just-look-at-me! magenta.

Ever wonder where the preference of “pink for girls” and “blue for boys” came from? I found this on www.wikipedia.org:

“In Western culture, the practice of assigning pink to an individual gender began in the 1920s. From then until the 1940s, pink was considered appropriate for boys because being related to red it was the more masculine and decided color, while blue was considered appropriate for girls because it was the more delicate and dainty color, or related to the Virgin Mary. Since the 1940s, the societal norm apparently inverted so that pink became appropriate for girls and blue appropriate for boys, a practice that has continued in the 21st century.”

The use of the word for the color pink was first recorded in the late 17th century, describing the flowers of pinks—flowering plants in the genus Dianthus.

Just 49 more days until spring, huh? Can it be? Oooh…now it’s just 48!

© Cindy Dyer. All rights reserved.

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6 responses

23 01 2010
Mike

I bought a pink shirt at j.crew today!

23 01 2010
TKOT (thekingoftexas)

Comment redux: “The begonia shot is: Beautiful! Astonishing! Unbelievable! Gorgeous! Breathtaking! Damn, that’s a purdy pitcher! Please put me on your e-mail announcement list for every workshop. I won’t be able to attend, but I’ll be there in spirit if I know when and where (I’ll need the schedules so I’ll know when and where to send my spirit).” — Dad

Of course it’s not only the begonia shot. The adjectives beautiful, astonishing, unbelievable, gorgeous and breathtaking apply to all the images (please forgive me for recycling my comment—it worked for you so I did it also).

24 01 2010
giiid

It is so difficult to write a comment, because your photos makes me speechless…they are incredibly beautiful, powerful and so well cropped…posters with your flower photos should hang everywhere, to make people feel good and inspired, and believe in the future.

24 01 2010
Carsten

My system survives your large and irresistible collage. But my self confidence is slightly stressed.
You are right. Artists can be sensitive to the strangest things 🙂
Your images are so beautiful Cindy.

24 01 2010
cindydyer

Mike (Royer)—-and wasn’t I right? Pink is flattering on EVERYONE!

The other Mike (Dad)—As Martha would say, “recycling is a GOOD thing.” I welcome your comments, recycled or fresh-out-of-the-box, any day!

Birgitte—thank you for your very generous compliment on my work and your continued visits to my blog. I am grateful for our friendship!

Carsten—thank you for your lovely comments! I hope I can try to inspire you and not stress your self-confidence in the future. 🙂

25 01 2010
thekingoftexas

In reviewing the comments on this collage, I reviewed my own comment in which I raved about the begonia shot, and now I realize that I don’t know what a begonia looks like. In all honesty, I wouldn’t know a begonia shot from a monkey’s—oops, belay that—make it, “I wouldn’t know a begonia blossom (bloom? flower?) from short left field.”

Of course one doesn’t necessarily need to know the name of a person, place or thing in order to appreciate and enjoy its beauty. I recently enjoyed a documentary that covered (so to speak) the beaches of Rio de Janiero. I knew not the names of the beaches nor the bathers, but I really—I mean really—appreciated the beauty displayed (so to speak) in the documentary.

I was particularly impressed by the comment made by giiid, the one that reads “. . . posters with your flower photos should hang everywhere, to make people feel good and inspired, and believe in the future.”

To that thought I give a resounding “Hear, hear!” And for the one, or perhaps two, of your viewers that may not be familiar with that expression, it originated as a short repeated form of “hear him, hear him,” but over the course of time has become unisex in nature, so I’m urging your viewers to “Hear her, hear her!”

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