Saturday, January 13, 2007


Unlike this photo, my great-aunt’s home décor was varying shades of beige; taupe couch, tan carpet, cream walls, fawn drapes. This from the aunt who in her younger days painted scenes of brilliant red poppies, tropical islands, gardens bursting with spring blooms, vivid orange sunsets. Wrestling with color, as if she couldn’t allow it in the living room, but could only free it to live on canvas.

Later she gave up her paints, stored her paintings, turned her back on color—except for her garden, where she grew red tomatoes, deep purple eggplant, green beans, yellow peppers. Gleaming color invading her back yard, and later, her kitchen counters. "Here," she’d say, thrusting bags of produce into our arms, "take this. It’s too much for me."

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I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.
~ Alice Walker

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
~ Marc Chagall

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