I. Between blue and purple (photograph)
II. Love is blue. A clear cerulean when new. A bright, bold, true blue in its glorious throes. And when it hurts, as it inevitably will, love turns deep, dark, the color of a bad bruise.
Nina Malkin, Swear
III. God's Own Country, Francis Lee (2017)
IV. “The deeper blue becomes,” wrote Kandinsky in On the Spiritual in Art, “the more urgently it summons man towards the infinite, the more it arouses in him a longing for purity and, ultimately, for the supersensual.” The color indeed, like Goethe’s Eternal Woman, like mystery itself, seems to beckon us ever and ever onward, becoming, in Kandinsky’s words, “the infinite penetration into the absolute essence—where there is, and can be, no end.”
Alexander Theroux, from “Blue”, The Primary Colours: Three Essays
V. Wolfgang Mattheuer (German, 1927-2004), Abenddämmerung [Dusk], 1991. Oil on canvas, 60 x 80 cm.
