ABSOLUTE RED

"Does your desire grow? We feel you, boiling, surging, unmaking, and evolving. At the foot of the body, we speak the rotten knot from beneath The Sun. We await, writhing in extravagant woe at the thought of you."

What is The Red? Is it the wound that festers after an injury, a bone that snaps after a fall, and a body that wastes away once it is dead? Is it actually a child still being born, a butterfly blooming from a coccoon, and the miracle of life after death? It is all these things, and more, forever themselves blending together in a breath-taking symphony of Flesh, Bone, and Blood. There is no limit to those shapes here, no lines to contain their majesty; it's just Red... all the way down.

The Red is not a color, it is a Place. It gnaws many millions of miles beneath your skin, waiting to be set free; waiting to make you Red too.