RED
The magic of my life has a color: red. I wear red socks while I paint. I dream of a red dress for the ball of my life. Red lights blink at night from the top of the buildings in the skies outside my window. A touch of red breaking the white in my studio. I spread a cadmium red glaze over a triumph of red flowers. Alizarim crimson red is the third floating over the dress of Archangel Michael. Purple-red is the cape of Melchisedek, the king of Salem. There is a red reflection in TIFFANY's windows. Solid, just a sparkle, a touch of: there is always red around me.

Process | Movement | Flowers | Gold | Carpets | Red