Red

Got cultured last night. Went to see Red by John Logan; a yelling Mark Rothco, black taking over the red, why do we do what we do? The colors were so great, they gave me shivers. Mostly red, of course. But something about all that red. Him and his assistant prime a huge canvas on stage, this deep red, in less than a minute. It made my breath short.
Color is so primal. Yellow and red. Yellow gives me the same feeling as the sound of trumpets, like there is hope in the world.