Today’s Collab Week post by Yash Sharma is about the colour Pink. He has a blog at http://www.stillagenius.blogspot.in/
One of the most beautifully alarming characteristics of human beings is that we as a species can assign connotations to the most innocent of things, and use them to discriminate amongst ourselves.
A student of Biology can see gender in plants, and a poet can see gender in the ocean, however all humans can see it in pink, the only female colour. The ridiculousness of this construct is not something that strikes one immediately. However a colour having gender is incredibly unnerving when lying beneath a lone star on a cloudy night and just thinking, why?
This is what happened to me and I thought, why does it have a gender? It spent a large portion of the past fifteen or so years being my least favourite colour, due to the gender connotations associated with it, but when I think of it, plainly and objectively I see nothing feminine nor masculine nor anything related to anything about it, it quite literally is just simply a thing. Associating any other implications and ideas with it is as random as the paragraphing and structure of this article.
The more we think about pink the more meaningless it becomes. It is different from blue, red or yellow because first, it looks different, second I would imagine that if one could smell colours, i.e. see with their nose, pink would smell entirely different as well. Thirdly pink is different because it is a combination of several wavelengths that result in the phenomenon that is pink, multiple wavelengths work together and fight one another at the same time in order to produce this bright, sharp image in our brains that someone decided to call pink. Of course, it is in no way unique in that aspect because several other colours and shades such as purple are conceived the same way, however personally I find none of them nearly as damaging to the human retina as pink is.
Along with this offensively bright appearance, pink has a tendency of having an arbitrary presence in places where it does not belong, and I think this is why it is often associated with psychedelia and transcendental, hallucinogenic experiences. It isn’t that pink is the most psychedelic colour, because it isn’t, but no visual depiction of anything psychedelic or kaleidoscopic would seem complete without a strong presence of the colour pink. This purpose that it has found, of making any combination of random colours and artwork seem even more random, sets it apart form other colours. It truly is the only colour that is bright, distracting and out-of-place enough to make any image all the more conscious expanding and in many ways more beautiful. It has found its place within Pink Floyd and in the minds of hippies, and for this I am grateful for the existing of those specific wavelengths that in a random interaction with one another birthed this colour, giving it a less sexist and slightly, very slightly, more meaningful role.