I never met a yellow tree that I didn't love. You will see them periodically throughout my portfolio. They are revolting. I am in a state of self revolution. I am forcing a vision and sneering at nature. I want to obscure that, mind's eye, image of what fits a landscape. Then my censor whispers in my ear, make it work, make it read. The revolution is over with the bluing of the sky and greening of the grass. The little anarchist in my heart retreats to fight another day. Quietly she slips a cadmium red into the chamber and waits.