Yellow has always been my least favorite color. I seldom use it in my artwork. I exhaust the reds, purples and blues in all of my art supplies.
Even the palette in my garden has very little yellow in it, besides the spring blooming narcissus. I go out of my way to plant red, orange and black sunflowers. My marigolds must be the white ones.
While driving, yellow is the in between color. It is the undecided space you find yourself in, stop or go. It is the space where the edges are blurred.
Yellow has always represented bile, puss and infection to me. Yellow has become my chemotherapy color. It is the color I see and feel in my body while it is being poisoned.
While pondering yellow I recalled the notion that Vincent Van Gogh's bright use of yellow in his paintings was said to be influenced by concurrent digitalis therapy. Digitalis is also toxic and seeing yellow is one of the side effects.
Maybe I should start painting sunflowers.
