Red: the power of life; without tenderness; a strength that overwhelms; deep passion; blood. No other colour strikes us more, a legacy which we carry deep inside from the beginning of time.

Black: rebirth; the color of chaos; darkness; the colour of unknown and unimaginable turmoil. Black is the prince of death, the void, the unconscious, torment.

Red and black are deeply, interchangeably linked: in rebirth death can mean life and, like the blood that runs from an open wound, life can mean death.

Now I see everything in red and black. The clash between them, in all possible shades, gives dimension not only to my own personal growth, but also to that of mankind. The struggle of opposites conversely leads to integration and harmony.