Pink Winter

 Fluorescent pink is like gold leaf, so bright and flat, it denies dimension and becomes an internal source of light.  Flesh moves green next to it, and all colors are forced to take on a new identity.  A color like this interrupts the process of painting from observation and demands invention.  It offers a symbol in space as opposed to the illusion of an object.  This interest in pink started with an 80's ski jacket that my sister found at a thrift store in Montreal.  I was amazed by what the coat did to everything else in its presence, especially how it electrified neutral colors.