What do you think of writing like this?
As if burning its way through a golden halo, the deep vermilion orb throbs above a plain of palpitating ochre flecked with a sinister patch of blood-red froth. In one corner, two bands of citrus orange and yellow are shrill exclamations in the deliquescent surface.
How long do you suppose author Rachel Spence labored in writing that purple paragraph? It feels like days, at least.
Anyway, there’s an Adolph Gottlieb retrospective at the Peggy Guggenheim Collection in Venice. Do send a postcard.