In New York the colors are different; muted pinks and purples and grays- they carry the moisture and stillness and history of New York summers. There is a stayed quality, like a still life, of 1911, of 2011, of yesterday. Everything stands still, and you are in the frame- caught- in the sun and grit of summer. A cab goes by, or an ice cream truck, and you are back in the movement- melting colors supported by steel.
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