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ARTISTS' COLORS, EXTERIOR AND INTERIOR An artist who walks to the courthouse for the trial of a friend accused of assault, imagines he'd use a bit of cadmium red, to paint florettes of emerging maple buds, so striking on this dreary April day of Paines gray sky, ochre horizon. What color, he wonders, would he use for the heart of that man in the green coat who rests against the tree as if waiting for his lover, or the heart of that old woman following her husband's casket in the passing procession, or the heart of his friend who says he was only defending himself, and now waits anxiously for others decide his fate? He wonders if such colors exist. |