What is the Meaning of Color?
What is the meaning of color? I realize that for many this question will seem non-sensical, since color is likely to be perceived as something that just is, a phenomena that originally occurred in nature and that we replicate through various means in culture. Others, tuning into the fact that we replicate colors in culture, might respond to this question by drawing upon what each color means symbolically according to various traditions. In this manner, red might mean love or anger, yellow might mean friendship or cowardice, and white could mean purity or absence, and so on and so on. Still others might turn to a scientific analysis of nature for their answer and respond to this question by looking at how colors function within various ecosystems. Within this vein, one could say that the multicolored plumes of a male bird means sexual attraction, or that the green of a leaf means energy production. All of these responses, however, don’t quite get at the marrow of my question, for I pose this question metaphysically. In this light, I restate my question thusly, “In the grand scheme of things, what is the meaning of color?”
The answer to my question is found in a willingness to set “sense” aside, and become a child, who with a trusting heart is enabled to enter the theological playground where this question was formed. The reason this is so is that the answer to this question in not something that is derived through the sophisticated disposition common to adulthood, a disposition that seeks to get below the appearance of things. Such an approach causes us to miss both the question and its answer. Instead, the meaning of color is discovered in that disposition of heart and mind that allows humans to experience the sublime. Though I risk being criticized as anthropomorphic, I assert that it is within our very subjective response to the glory of color, particularly as it is found in nature, that we find its meaning. It may be true that we as individuals have a variety of responses, but generally we have all had moments of awe and wonder. For me, it often happens during summer when the late afternoon Sun illumines the leaves of all plants and trees on the valley floor, and after that when during sunset the sky is ablaze with intense hues of red, pink, yellow, purple, and orange. It also happens when I look at the deep dark blue of the midnight sky punctured and punctuated by white shining stars. I could easily go on to name numerous other instances, but the point is that such instances exist in the first place. In these moments, when we are arrested by the glory of color, we are enabled to perceive what creation is always declaring, that God is good, and this is the meaning of color.
So, the next time you find yourself in such a moment, don’t dismiss it as the freak response of human consciousness; rather embrace such a response as that which mostly deeply connects you to who God is and his heart toward you. After all, a child would easily accept this as true.
Wrote the following comment on July 25th, 2007 at 10:04 pm #
Since I wanted to keep this post from being to technical, I opted to confess here a contingency that I withheld while composing it, and that is that the presupposition underlying this post is that there is a personal creator God. If someone denies this presupposition then of course color has no metaphysical meaning. However, with this denial all intrisic/metaphyical meaning is lost as well. This only leaves social and personal constructions of meaning. If this is where you come from, I would still say exercise your imagination and give this childlike approach a try as you may find yourself connecting to something that is beyond comprehension but yet becomes very real to you.
Wrote the following comment on July 28th, 2007 at 1:38 am #
I understand - I think. Still, a lot of our perception of color, though, IS infused with our definition. Red for boys and blue for girls was the way it was in the beginning of the 20th C., e.g., but then it switched. But if we’re God’s creation, then is human values/constructs also valid as well?
Wrote the following comment on July 28th, 2007 at 2:29 am #
Roger, The whole question of meaning is a complex matter that I will be contemplating and working out for the rest of my life, and so I am sure that in light of this, my post is somewhat simplistic. However, to give more background, I will say that this post was written in part as a response to the modern/postmodern notion that there is no true connection between human knowledge (perception, values, meaning) and the nature of things as they are in themselves. Actually, I wrote a post titled “The Gallery of Truth” where I took a crack at the tension that exists between subjectivity and objectivity in the search for Truth. Anyways, when it comes to delineating how the mind structures our experience and thereby constructs our sense of the world, I am aware that in many ways we are locked in subjectivity, and that our values and our sense of meaning is relative. However, working out of the presupposition that God does exist and that he is good, it struck me that perhaps our very subjective responses of delight in color (or any other sensory experience) could be interpreted as an expression of God’s goodness, even if we all are uniquely finding it in our own ways. And so, yes!! I do think that our constructions are a part of God’s creation, that he made us to make meaning and create values. However, I think that there is a boundary in which these creative capacities of ours should operate, which is within the light and knowledge of God’s goodness and grace.
Wrote the following comment on August 7th, 2007 at 5:10 am #
Rich Mullins has a song - The Color Green - which captures the experience you describe, especially in the video. The refrain is:
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
The idea of nature itself filling the universe with praise of its creator is compelling. I remember growing up and riding with my mom out to our house in the country in the springtime. Every trip we made she would wax poetic about the green grass on the hills, the orchards in multi-hued bloom, and the fields of yellow mustard stretching into the distance. As a teenager, I was not impressed. As an adult, however, I find myself struck by the beauty I missed back then, and it does well up in me an appreciation and greater intimacy with our creator. This statement is still too me-centric, for the creation would still proclaim its praise (’”the rocks will cry out”) regardless of my opinion or acknowledgement
Wrote the following comment on August 8th, 2007 at 12:34 am #
Kevin, Thanks for drawing attention to this song. I have long been a Rich Mullins fan and I am familiar with this song. I would hope that the Spirit that inspired me to write my post and the Spirit that inspired Rich’s song are one an the same.
As I was putting my post together, it struck me that I am essentially talking about nature as a whole. I decided, however, to focus on color as it seemed more provocative and it was that aspect of nature that really caught my attention.
I am starting to think that all humans have had some kind of sublime experience (an experience of awe and wonder regarding creation) but that many dismantle the significance of this experience by chalking it up to subjective/anthropomorphic projections that have nothing to do with innate structure of “reality”. I also think that perhaps people do this because of some kind of fear and/or pride. It’s like Jesus said, if you would see the Kingdom of Heaven, you must become a child.