SEEING RED
I like red... perhaps not as much as I like green, but sometimes maybe even more than green or blue or indigo violet. I like the mystery in the red sort-of circle of spilled-maybe paint on the sidewalk... which reminded me of a wild impulse forty-something years ago when I painted a canvas with red squares and then put in each of the squares a white sort-of circle. I like connectedness, however and wherever and whenever it comes.