The Trouble with Pink
I have an uncomfortable relationship with pink. Pink…the symbolic color of tenderness, affection, romance and peace. My mothers favorite color.
I have an uncomfortable relationship with pink. Pink…the symbolic color of tenderness, affection, romance and peace. My mothers favorite color.
I now remember those figures of cloth rushing down the corridors of that ancient nunnery, making sounds like sails on the boats in the La Rochelle harbor.
Last year, when Greta was nominated as TIME’s Person of the Year, the jealous infant currently occupying the White House mocked her.
“I can think of virtually no artist who has devoted the bulk of her career to a single subject. Picasso now and then jousted with his alter ego, the Minotaur. Rodin tinkered with figures from The Gates of Hell on and off throughout his long and productive life. Georgia O’Keeffe did multiple paintings of the same vistas, flowers, even clam shells. But one single solitary ongoing obsession for nearly 30 years?”