The Art of Painting Green

Nocturne: Blue and Silver - Cremorne Lights by James Whistler

1872

I see peace and light and the smell of a fresh morning near the lake or the canal. It's windy out, we walk. We sing. We laugh out loud, no worries. We are two strong people walking, touching the sand, carving wood, living in the land of promises. We wait, we belong, we starve. Your green is what saves me from boredom. Nonetheless, one is never safe.