Color is so primal. So simple. So profound.
A baby opens his or her eyes and sees color. Color – all different, unidentified color.
Later, color becomes attached to things. Or does it?
In Cezanne’s haystacks and cathedrals, color shifts and shifts.
The child’s eye sees color shifting and then, later, the subject that is named. Here it is Otis, one pup. Then Otis and Rumi, two pups. Simple.