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Luis Egidio Mel\u00e9ndez, Still Life with Salmon, Lemon and Three Vessels<\/em>, 1772, oil on canvas, 16 x 24 1\/2″. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.<\/p><\/div>\n

Oranges require orange to be. They are a color expectation. If an orange is not orange, it is no orange.<\/p>\n

Oranges originated in China, where they were crossbred from a mandarin and a pomelo as early as 314 B.C.<\/small> From there, oranges passed from Sanskrit \u0928\u093e\u0930\u0919\u094d\u0917 (n\u0101ran\u02d9ga<\/em>) through Persian \u0646\u0627\u0631\u0646\u06af (n\u0101rang<\/em>) and its Arabic derivative \u0646\u0627\u0631\u0646\u062c (n\u0101ranj<\/em>). Traveling to continental Europe with the Moors, naranjas<\/em> soon dotted al-Andalus and Sicily. Oranges arrived in England from France in the fourteenth century, their bright skins holding a taste of a color that became popular in markets, on palates, and, eventually, in tongue.<\/p>\n

For centuries, oranges were orange and, still, orange was not a color\u2014it was called yellow-red. It took another two hundred years for the color to earn its name, to become a form that could give itself to others\u2014to be ascribed to flowers, stones, minerals, and the setting sun.<\/p>\n

To the west, oranges followed the path of Spanish missionaries and lent their name to Orange County and the Orange State. In California, the fruit fed the miners of the gold rush who passed through mission towns. In Florida, there were so many groves that, by 1893, the state was producing five million boxes of fruit each year. In this tropical climate\u2014nights too humid and too hot\u2014oranges would ripen too quickly: they were ready to be eaten while still green. And so, from the twentieth century onward, green oranges have been synthetically dyed orange, coated to match consumer expectations. Orange reveals that humans cannot imagine a species detached from its color, even when we are the ones who detach it. <\/p>\n

Amid all the observations that are made about industrialization and its consequences, the following is rarely heard: the world\u2019s colors are shifting. From infancy, we describe, dream, and remember predominantly with our sense of sight, and there is no seeing without exploring, no static vision. We are raised to bend color to our will, at times admonishing it and elsewhere applying it to our liking. We grow up coloring in pictures of the world\u2014trees are green, earth brown, and yolks yellow. That everything else in life is turned regularly upside down is only tolerable because oranges remain orange and the sky blue. An increasing amount of industrial energy is directed, therefore, toward dyeing the world in natural colors so that life and commerce may proceed.<\/p>\n

But dyes may miss their mark. Shifting cues in flesh, scales, skin, leaves, wings, and feathers are clues to the environmental and metabolic metamorphoses around and inside us. The force that is color is not for domestication; it is fugitive. Color colors outside our lines.<\/p>\n

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In 2018, an eye-catching sparrow was spotted on the Isle of Skye. The sparrow was bright pink.<\/p>\n

We know what sparrows are supposed to look like, because they have evolved with us. Over several millennia, food scraps from human settlements attracted sparrows from the \u201cwild,\u201d which caused them to mutate into a new species. \u201cHouse\u201d sparrows have since become a familiar sight wherever humans dwell, metabolizing the shades of our settlements into their brown-gray feathers. They are drabber than their older, tree sparrow cousins, who preserve the brighter tones of the forest.<\/p>\n

The pink sparrow, neither forest nor house, was a color leak. The sparrow had turned [salmon].<\/p>\n

On the Isle of Skye\u2014whose name comes from the Gaelic for \u201cwinged\u201d\u2014colorful feathers lure eyes. Anglers, fishing for sport, carefully tie fish flies from synthetic rainbow plumage that resembles insects, enticing salmon. These iridescent wings are easy prey. Salmon bite on the colors that they find attractive, only to swallow a deadly hook.<\/p>\n

In the nineteenth century, colonists in the tropics were drawn to exotic birds and sent them back to Britain. These startling hues and patterns inspired new recipes for salmon flies, and plucked feathers, far from their origins, were used to pluck salmon from their natal streams. A combination of toucans, peacocks, and macaws, the flies mimicked salmons\u2019 cravings. Hued plumage was used to deceive: to confuse the edible and the deadly. Salmon, beings for whom the ingestion of color is essential, took the bait.<\/p>\n

Salmon are at home in color. Whipping her tail, a female salmon spends two days making a depression in the riverbed called a redd<\/em>\u2014the word probably comes from the Early Scots ridden<\/em>, meaning \u201cto clear\u201d\u2014into which she deposits her roe. Fertilized, these red spheres of nutrients encase young salmon, who eat their way out, taking the color inside. Once the eggs are depleted, salmon swim to the ocean in search of food. There, they feed on red-pink crustaceans, mostly shrimp and krill, as well as small fish with even smaller crustaceans in their digestive systems. From these, they absorb yellow-red orange fat-soluble pigments, called carotenoids, that tint salmon salmon.<\/p>\n

Crustaceans swimming at 63\u00b029’19.8″ N, 10\u00b021’55.7″ E might be redder than those at 56\u00b052’01.7″ N, 6\u00b051’00.6″ W, but pinker than those at 56\u00b041’24.9″ N, 175\u00b058’53.5″ W. Salmon record their location by metabolizing these shades\u2014their flesh is color-coordinated. If salmon could peer inside their own bodies, they could distinguish, from their muscle tones, the Trondheim Fjord from the waters of Skye or the Bering Sea.<\/p>\n

When salmon are ready to breed, they stop eating. Their stomachs shrink to the size of an olive, to make room for roe and milt, and they are drawn back to their birthplace, searching for home against the current. They follow what scientists suspect to be inherited maps encoded in their DNA, tracing chemical pathways and geomagnetic fields, which can lead them on journeys of more than three thousand kilometers.<\/p>\n

Upon reaching fresh water, which bears murky river silt, salmon retinas trigger a biochemical switch that lets them see in infrared for clarity. Changes in sea temperature and water composition, in turn, activate memories of their original stream. Their senses act like a compass\u2014not to determine the location of home, but rather the direction toward homecoming. Olfactory imprints allow salmon to swim through a smell-bank in their brain\u2014what humans would think of as \u201cremembering.\u201d For salmon, this is perhaps not an active decision; it is an urge to return, to retrace innate memories homeward, extending to the moment of their birth.<\/p>\n

The swim upstream requires such great exertion that it pushes red pigment to the surface of a salmon\u2019s skin\u2014a sign of health that lures mates. Female salmon pass on carotenoids in their flesh, to plump their roe and make it attractive to prospective males. Color streams through generations, linking salmon to their redd. Salmon color is the pathway\u2014metabolic and geographic\u2014of being; it is the atmosphere in which salmon are born and what they advertise when they spawn and die. Color in this cosmos, then, is more than cosmetic\u2014it is a biological influence as strong as memory.<\/p>\n

Salmon are a means by which color moves according to a logic of ingestion: salmon metabolize their color, drawing life from it, and humans, craving this color species, consume an image of health.<\/p>\n

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Such is the human thought of salmon: scales encasing ink-perfect pink flesh, a river leaping with fish on the run. A color bound to a body, a body bound to its own name.<\/p>\n

On Skye, however, this pictorial logic is fading. Skye no longer runs salmon: populations have fallen to historic lows and corporate aquaculture has filled the waters around the island with intensive open-net salmon farms. Salmon\u2014the color and the fish\u2014is a red herring.<\/p>\n

Open-net fish farms are flow-through feedlots, packed to the gills. Enclosed in pens with one to two hundred thousand other fish, a salmon cannot feed on krill and shrimp. Here, a salmon is naturally deprived of astaxanthin, the carotenoid that makes crustaceans pink and that protects a salmon\u2019s body from solar radiation and stress. A salmon\u2019s color reflects its well-being: darker pink salmon represents access to astaxanthin-rich crustaceans, whereas pale pink salmon represents a lack of nutrients or high stress levels. Farmed salmon, lacking these resources, are no longer truly salmon. Their flesh tone is now closer to white-gray than red. Salmon, the fish, are cleared of salmon, the color. Once they are gray, they are [salmon].<\/p>\n

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Cooking Sections\u2014Daniel Fern\u00e1ndez Pascual and Alon Schwabe\u2014is a duo of spatial practitioners. Since 2015, they have been working on multiple iterations of the long-term site-specific CLIMAVORE<\/small> project, exploring how to eat as humans change climates. They currently lead a studio unit at the Royal College of Art, London. In 2019, they were awarded the Future Generation Special Art Prize. Daniel is the 2020 recipient of the Harvard GSD Wheelwright Prize for the research project \u201cBeing Shellfish.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

From <\/em>Salmon: A Red Herring, by Cooking Sections. <\/em>Salmon: A Red Herring is the first work in isolarii<\/a>, a series of \u201cisland books\u201d released every two months by subscription.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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