With a sharp wind knifing up 21st from the basin, we took refuge in the Phillips…inevitably ending up in the Rothko Room…where these perfectly posed ladies enjoyed a chat in the dim glow. While I'm fond of the edges in a Rothko canvas…he wouldn't have had much success as a housepainter.
Fortunate. Diebenkorn's Interior with View of the Ocean was on display. I stood with my memories of the Berkeley Years canvases, and Healdsburg where I had once met him in a clients vineyard. Those bold yellow patches of light in that frame lingered with me throughout the day…suggesting a book project of color interiors and stills.