“Blue pencils, blue noses, blue movies, laws, blue legs and stockings, the language of birds, bees, and owers as sung by longshoremen, that lead-like look the skin has when a ected by cold, contusion, sickness, fear; the rotten rum or gin they call blue ruin and the blue devils of its delirium; Russian cats and oysters, a withheld or imprisoned breath, the blue they say that dia- monds have, deep holes in the ocean and te blazers which English athletes earn that gentlemen may wear; a ictions of the spirit — dumps, mopes, Mondays — all that’s dismal — lowdown gloomy music, Nova Scotians, cy- anosis, hair rinse, bluing, bleach; the rare blue dahlia like that blue moon shrewd things happen only once in, or the call for trumps in whist (but who remembers whist or what the death of unplayed games is like?), and corre- spondingly the ag, Blue Peter, which is our signal for getting under way; a swift pitch, Confederate money, the shaded slopes of clouds and mountains, and so the constantly increasing absentness of Heaven (ins Blaue hinein, the Germans say), consequently the color of everything that’s empty: blue bottles, bank accounts, and compliments, for instance, or, when the sky’s turned turtle, the blue-green bleat of ocean (both the same), and, when in Hell, its neatly landscaped rows of concrete huts and gas-blue ames; social registers, examination booklets, blue bloods, balls, and bonnets, beards, coats, collars, chips, and cheese . . . the pedantic, indecent and censorious . . . watered twilight, sour sea: through a scrambling of accidents, blue has become their color, just as it’s stood for delity.”
Quote from William H. Gass - ‘On Being Blue’
Exhibiting Artists: Catherine Biocca, Gabriele De Santis, Lauren Gault, Ditte Gantriis, Neal Jones, Lindsay Lawson, Andrea Polichetti, Gizela Mickiewicz, Honza Zamojski.
Contribution by Domenico de Chirico.
Frutta, January 21 - March 5