“Sterling, look at that!”
“Look at what, Felix?”
“That huge box. From Canada.”
“Looks like the artist received another shipment of Kroma paint. Watch, she’ll spend the rest of the day arranging it in her studio. All those tubes of paint go in some sort of order.”
“Paint? What is that?”
“Paint is color. She uses different colors to make paintings. There are a zillion different colors of paint. Every artist chooses their favorites for their working palette. Her palette used to be more traditional.”
“Traditional? You’re throwing those words around again.”
“I saw her looking at a book of paintings by Wolf Kahn one day. After that, she changed her palette and started experimenting. She uses fewer colors now but ones that mean a lot to her personally.”
“Look at that one. Lots of tubes of Benzi Orange. And Cobalt Teal. Ummm…. I like that one. Dioxazine violet. My feathers shimmer in the shadows in Dioxazine violet. I don’t see any black.”
“Felix, she doesn’t use black”.
“Really? That’s crazy, why not?”
“She mixes her blacks with colors because she thinks it makes a richer dark that vibrates and doesn’t look dead.”
“Sterling, why are you such a smarty? Next you’ll be telling me you looked in the windows of the Louvre museum in Paris.”
“Nah, too hard to see in those windows. I liked looking in the windows of the Museum d’Orsay better.”
“Yeah, right. You never leave this hill. I would like to get my claws on one of those paint tubes. They are bright and shiny.”
Denali
24″x 18″
