
Beware Of The Purple Ring
I call it the Purple Ring. Mauve actually. A cheap lipstick tint, made from shark blood (most probably). It's found in all disciplines of life, but in art it is particularly painful - marking the point of no return. In art this is a mystery. Elusive and shifting, yet it is what separates good from not so great, and good from great and ultimately great from excellent. Frustratingly so, you only either sense when you are near it or when you've passed it. With the goldilocks-zon