Saturday, June 2, 2012
They were in the same room at the Philadelphia Museum of Art when I encountered them last Monday, their redness gleaming against the dark walls. I don't know why I love red so much, but I do: so much so that I tried to paint my bedroom with the color with disastrous results. Part cave, part nightmare, I knew once the primer was up (also red) that it was doomed. But you know how it is: you have to go over the cliff to know where the cliff is. I still love red, however, and fantasize about an all red library with old master paintings in burnished gold frames and lots of candle light.