Is there anything other than coincidence to the resonance of the pomegranate which also figures in the myth of Persephone who spends half her days in a descent into Hades when the earth experiences the dark of winter and the other half above ground when the earth experiences the light of spring вЂ“ alternations or gradients of light and dark? If the pomegranate was the tree of knowledge, what was the knowledge that this golden ball embodied? Might it have reflected a relationship of light to dark? Was the вЂњ narвЂќ / pomegranate the fateful fruit of the tree in the Garden of Eden myth? It is possible because the pomegranate rather than the apple was the indigenous fruit. Is this coincidence or relationship? The OED states it is not certain. In Persian the world for pomegranate is вЂњ narвЂќ (OED, p.2001) which echoes the nar of narange. 2001)? Are both these not only things, but also perhaps experiences of light? More questions arise as we consider other correspondences that I call вЂњrhymes and ricochets.вЂќ Is вЂњ orangeвЂќ related to the color of the fruit and/or to gold and the word вЂњoreвЂќ (OED, p. The OED traces the вЂњloss of the initial вЂ nвЂ in French, English and ItalianвЂќ as вЂњascribed to its absorption into the indefinite articleвЂќ resulting in вЂњ narangeвЂќ absorbing вЂњ uneвЂќ and вЂњ naranciaвЂќ absorbing вЂќ una.вЂќДЄlso from the OED we understand that the вЂњnative country of orange appears to have been the northern frontier of India, where wild oranges are still found and the name may have originated there.вЂќ In Late Sankrit the word for orange is вЂњ naranga вЂќ in Hindi it is вЂњ narangiвЂќ (OED, p. The Old English Dictionary (OED) states that in Medieval Latin вЂњthe forms вЂ arangiaвЂ™, вЂ arantiaвЂ™ (Du Cange) whence вЂ aurantiaвЂ™ have вЂњpopular association with вЂ aurumвЂ™ gold from the colour.вЂќ Perhaps, the OED postulates, there is an etymological relationship between the Old French вЂњ orengeвЂќ for вЂњ araugeвЂќ after вЂњ orвЂќ gold. Was the experience of the orange fruit so strong that it came to stand for the orange experience? It refers to the berry fruit of the orange tree, something very concrete and specific and not as abstract as the other colors. Orange is the only color in the seven-color spectrum besides violet that originates as a noun, naming a particular thing. Its crazy older paternal cousin might be the Tang of astronauts or maybe the impossible orange of orange Crush soda, or possibly even BlakeвЂ™s Tyger burning bright, but its doting grandmother, is definitely - yes, most definitely - a bittersweet French marmalade. My вЂњMuji OrangeвЂќ is a distant relative of the neon orange of warning, as well as a вЂњtangerine streamlined babyвЂќ of sixties psychedelic abandon. But if we are mapping out its terrain inevitably the orange relation comes up. What is it that grabbed me? Is it a vibration for which the color is only a foil? Or is it something about the color itself lodged between memory and desire? This redder orange infused with luxurious chocolate yielded a strangely jazzier yet muter tone than orange.

I had only to pass the window of the Muji store in ManhattanвЂ™s Chelsea to discover this color in an umbrella. And yes, sadly rape and pillage in its desperate greed. The world no longer swoons over spice willing to risk a sail beyond the end of the known. If we lived during the time of the Dutch West Indies Company, I would tell you that the color that so captured me was the child of paprika and chocolate. Tomorrow seems like a good day for it, and orange thoughts are perfect for winter-short days and too much yin.

I have a box of orange objects in my house that I have been meaning to combine into a series. In my quest, I ran into this glorious essay on a particular shade of orange. My mind went back to the orange umbrella I bought for my mom in Milano last Christmas (probably with her money )), from one of my favorite stores: Muji. As said in one Law and Order episode (I paraphrase): вЂњHardheaded Calabrese: the people there are very stubbornвЂ¦ once something is taken away from them, they donвЂ™t rest until вЂ¦they get it back.вЂќ Immediately i set out to substitute my lost umbrella. Three items were missing: a bottle of Cinema Eau De Parfum by Yves Saint Laurent, a beloved collaged orange umbrella bought in Barcelona and a pair of Sketchers shoes. I was recently reunited with luggage lost 45 days ago. Ink drawing, Watercolor + Digital Manipulation.

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