Red.

I believe in the color red. It’s the color of my ukulele, my favorite Betsey Johnson coat, and my glasses. For some unexplainable reason I have never admitted it, it’s my favorite color. It’s the name of the Weezer album that includes my favorite Weezer song. It’s the color of Standford, my very crappy car whose windows don’t roll up and you can’t get out of the passenger’s side. Red is the color I am constantly dying my hair when I’m bored and too afraid for the cut. Red lips can tell you I am sexy, even if I’m dancing like a nerd by myself. You can add a little white with red and a different, innocent pink effect is the result. I turn to it when I want a pop in my outfit, but it’s a color I’ve chosen to take granted for until now. Red is the longest wavelength seen by the human eye. It’s one of the primary colors. Red is important. If I could choose to act like any color, I would be red.


Red is the color of blood, the color of life. Open me up and I’m red, open you up and you’re the same. It’s the color that connects us. No matter how different we appear on the outside we all bleed red blood. Red blood is what makes my cheeks blush when a romantic boy tells me I mean something to him. Red means love. When someone hands you a red rose you don’t assume they want to be your friend. Red blood pumps in your fluttering heart as you get nervous to tell someone you love them. Red is the color of lust, which in all rightful terms is what creates life.

Red is the color of southern Utah the place I grew up in every summer weekend. It’s what I know. The red earth of southern Utah can be the most beautiful sight one can ever see. Picture a gorgeous canyon, you’re standing at the top of this natural made phenomenon, it has just finished a light rain and the sun is about to set. The fiery sky reflects on the surface of the red earth, and there is nothing you can say because no words can explain the feeling, and you think this “is this is what feels like to be in complete awe.”

How can a person believe in a color? It already exists; we can see it with our two eyes. For me, it means me much more than a color. Red runs deep in me. Red is the most human color.

(Picture taken by my pa aka William Bruce Reeder (somebody should convince this guy to do a booth at the arts fest yes?))