Broken Palette, All Yellow
There is the field I imagine & then the field I step into.
This bright study is more or less self-explanatory. If the cave
painters knew viewers would wait in long lines, or that digital
representations would be gazed upon from the comfort
of sofas on tablets & devices, would they have amplified tones
of ochre, red & yellow? Or drawn the black lines thicker with a steadier hand?
Without society, without culture, there are no neatly outlined, named,
categorized colors; there are only infinite colorations forming an improbable
continuum. Or made portraits of themselves instead of animals leaping
across stonewalls; or painted them pornographic to shock & excite?
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