My first real painting teacher, in real art school, despised my love of mauve. I think he ingrained my perpetual love of it and its silkiness. A simple act of rebellion. I see it everywhere, but especially in clouds. I loved the guy, though. I even mentioned him the other day, James Grashow and his show at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I see that, too, first thing in the morning, usually mixed in, when it isn't too cloudy, with that explosion of color as the sun rises through the woods beyond the farmlands to the East. When the birds begin to gather as I wander out to feed them.

All silken colors willowing through the sky.

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of the straightforward & strange. “Women zai shuo ba.” Be useful; share what you can; help others always. Doctor of texts.