to oblivious, but rare times I catch the random colour clash of the universe, look up to see the lurid pink/blue clatter of my bike stand neighbour. Wish I was more aware of combinations and fusions, the great horde of hues on nature’s palette. Tangerine, turquoise, bottle-green and jet. Verdigris and silver, carmine, violet. If I could read the colours I might decode de Kooning, rather than stand there gaping and shamefaced in cement-shoed bafflement.
