Yael Cohen

A lot has been said about the color blue, I’ll hardly be the first. This isn’t to say this is an analysis of blue as a color, or blue as an emotion. But blue as perspective — the color of distant vaporous memory, opaque and often hindered — blue that moves. To illustrate my point, I have to begin with a tracing. To frame a lighthouse, a flower vase, a day in fall — a vision of the mundane in a steady flow that proves to be significant.

When there is so much convulsion and change in the air, the compulsion to think about space, the possibility of occupying it freely — no mask, just sun — the floral dress stands in as a commitment to providing a morale boost, an insouciance sensibility, an optimistic, laid-back attitude, perhaps?