For awhile now I have been painting in all shades of blue and looking for shades of yellow grey to make the various blues sparkle.  Why this obsession with blue?

The last month I have been suffering from terrible asthma.  Nothing helps.  I feel like a 2-ton elephant has my chest in his grip. Strong steel bands tighten with time.  It hurts and very frightening.  After a week of a round of cortisone by mouth I am begininng to breathe again; however I now have the classic steroid-moon-face....I look like a silly chipmunk.  All through this time I am painting exclusively bleu paintings.....

I think it is simply a search for oxygen.  For breathing space.  Freedom from suffocation.  I think I have been suffocating and gasping for air all my life.  I inherited bad lungs from both sides of my family.  I wonder if my ancestors suffocated also.  I sure remember my grand-mother gasping for air....

She painted no blue paintings.....

Picasso had a blue period.  I wonder if he breathed better during the Pink Period....

I think I shall switch to pink..