BLANCHE: I like an artist who paints in strong, bold colours, primary colours. I don’t like pinks and creams and I never cared for wishy-washy people.
[there is a picture of Van Gogh’s of a billiard picture at night. The kitchen now suggests that sort of lurid, nocturnal brilliance, the raw colours of a childhood’s spectrum]
[They are men at the peak of their physical manhood, as coarse and direct as the primary colours]
