A few weeks ago Michael and I went down to the Tacoma Art Museum to see the show ARTAIDSAMERICA (at TAM until January 10, 2016). It is a massive show. I don’t know how many pieces there are; well into the hundreds I imagine. We had not really allowed enough time, I hate to admit, to do them all justice. But two stopped me in my tracks: both were rather drab of color. Certainly it was a colorful and multidimensional show: offensive, funny, touching and beautiful.
Did I stop at these pieces because my mind had been so busy with drabness, trying to see it for what it was; it’s power? To not be pejorative, but appreciative of the colors lumped under that deplorable name: drab?