The painter that thinks red is a sin

This is a silly thought isn't it. Were I Paulo Coehlo i'd probably write a short story on this.

I summaries it in one word in my simple thinking: psychiatry.

There are many colours which blend to make the individual and the collective. One colour is madness. Another is misery. These are not sins or illnesses to the pathologised, perjoratised and hidden from existence. These colours are vital to the tapestry: mine, yours and everyone elses.

Psychiatry hasn't duped society into believing a type of human or human is an illness. It's duped itself.

There is but the human condition. All colours are colours.