5 Quotes by Keith Crown

Color is the language of the poets. It is astonishingly lovely. To speak it is a privilege.

A red apple isn’t red, nor the lemon yellow. The sky is seldom blue, only when it isn’t.

Seeing is such a privilege. Who notices the way the screech of a gull looks, the look of a gale, the sight of some fragrance?

I must react selectively, contrarily, arbitrarily, perversely, and always with intensity directly from the subject.

Anything can be any color at any time depending on what color everything else is at the time.