![]() ![]() I remember my father sitting in the big, sagging green living room chair, his elbow on its arm, his chin in his hand. I think our experiments with color helped. My mother told me that I cheered my father up. In the gray decade of the 1950s, fathers were not supposed to be home too much or fall into depressions. Later, when his father died, my father fell into a depression himself. First, he took off from work to look after his own father who had fallen into a depression born of old age and illness. Sometimes I drew pictures of the word-designs I "saw" and showed them, as I did all of my pictures, to my father.Īt that time, my father was home a lot. But I also remember that in my preliterate days, before I knew how to read or write, each word evoked, in my mind's eye, its own unique and unchanging colorful design. Colors hide within everything, including the night.Īs far back as I can remember, letters of the alphabet, numbers, and words have been in color. ![]()
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