My monitor is 1920 x 1200 and the photo of the pond, under a lid of flowering water lilies, shines back into my face like a mural. It's unintentionally Monet-ish, and the blues do seem blended, as I blended Cobalt Blue with Titanium White on my double-thick glass palette so many years ago.
All week the picture has held my hand, the tops of its thick green trees becoming violet as they softly leak into the blue sky. The entire composition is a jigsaw puzzle of remembered tranquility—a highly pigmented, dreamily soft blanket that I have held up to the side of my face throughout five days of uncertainty and fear.
