You talkin' to me?....

I Am Curious (Yellow)

I am sterdam.....  And, for that matter, I'm just wild about saffron.....  And, just for the record (Mellow Yellow?), a little over 54 years ago, I celebrated my 21st birthday in Morecambe by taking Mary to see the Swedish film, I Am Curious (Yellow), thinking, in my characteristic naivety, that it might have been intellectually interesting.  I was wrong, in a Travis Bickle kind of way, but I think (hope) that Mary may have forgiven me by now.....

You talkin' to me?

Narcissus

So, since my days are well beyond their yellow leaf, I am in the Netherlands.....

As it says on the boat:

For a mini-art break:

Well.... Sort of.... Back in the arms of  Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, at least.....

No, not in his arms, but in the same room, perhaps, where the gold glisters..... I'm sure he would join me for a triple tipple in the Cafe Karpershoek, especially since it was established in 1606, the year in which the old master was born....

Our accommodation is modest:

Sorry!  Wrong slide.....

As I said, our accommodation is modest:

Yes, well, Chet Baker is occupying the Prins Hendrik, where I usually stay:

Anyway, this is not about the stairwell:

Nor about the Boardroom:

Nor about my old friends:

It's not about the bicycles:

It's not about the bars:

It's not about the canals:

And it really isn't about a broodje haring either......

No....  [Well, what are you waffling about?  Ed]

No..... Well, I am curious [Yes....? Ed]. I am curious about yellow.....

Wheatfield with Crows - Vincent Van Gogh (July 1890)

Or, perhaps less precisely, I am curious about how we see things, and just by chance the van Gogh Museum has a temporary exhibition about Yellow.... Yellow. Beyond Van Gogh’s Colour - the first exhibition to explore what the colour yellow meant to Vincent van Gogh and his contemporaries. As Vincent wrote to his brother Theo:  Sunshine, a light which, for want of a better word I can only call yellow – pale sulphur yellow, pale lemon, gold. How beautiful yellow is!

It is fascinating to explore the world of yellow, though this only opens up the whole question of light and how we see colour. On an earlier visit to Amsterdam I was interested in how Rembrandt painted white - the absence of colour - the fine folds of a ruff, or the blaze of light on the wall at Belshazzar's Feast.  

Isaac Newton showed that white light is made up of different colours by splitting light with a prism, and then putting it back together with another. But how do you paint that?  

Newton also 'invented' the colour wheel, which suggests that certain colours compliment others:

Olafur Eliasson, installation in the exhibition ‘Yellow. Beyond Van Gogh's Colour’

Part of this exhibition shows some of the components Van Gogh may have used to mix his paints. Yellow ochre is one of the oldest pigments known to have been used in art. But in more recent times cadmium and chromium, and other elements, have been used to produce synthetic colours, though some of these fade or darken over time. Chrome Yellow (incidentally the title of Aldous Huxley's first novel) was Van Gogh's favourite colour, which derives its name from the element chromium, from the Ancient Greek χρῶμα (khrôma), which means colour.....

Another aspect of painting is colour theory. Michel Eugène Chevreul was a nineteenth century French chemist, and his studies of textile dyes led to colour theories that provided the scientific basis for Impressionist and Neo-Impressionist painting. He also stressed the importance of accurate portrayal of lighting in promoting realism, but  said, It is almost always so that accurate, yet exaggerated colouring is found more pleasing than absolute fidelity to the scene....  and Van Gogh took this advice to heart, later writing that this reciprocal heightening is what's called the law of simultaneous contrast…. If the complementary colours are taken at equal value, that is to say, at the same degree of brightness and light, their juxtaposition will raise both the one and the other to an intensity so violent that human eyes will scarcely be able to bear to look at it....

Yellow is also traditionally the colour of the sun, of warmth, of happiness, but artists have used it to express deeper meanings, emotions and ideas. In literature and fashion, yellow has been associated with everything that is modern, daring and decadent.  Cheap novels and Italian crime fiction are published on yellow paper.  Danger is signalled by yellow jackets, heavy machinery is yellow with black lettering....  

So I look around.  Does it make a difference if I alter the colour palette?

Natural

Neutral

Dangerous?

Is this a friendly picture?

And what is your eye drawn to here?

And here.....?  Is the upturned car as eye-catching as the table legs and the floor?

And does messing with the colours really mess up your mind?

Does the little patch of yellow in the background steal your thoughts?

And is white all right?  Or do we yearn for something more?

Sleeping Hermaphroditus - Mattress by Bernini (1620)

The sun begins to leave us, a yellow stain spreads across the western sky:

And then the blue turns to orange, brush marks etched into the heavens with the wrong end of a paintbrush:

The great organ in the Westerkerk plays Joni Mitchell's Big Yellow Taxi, its gold embroidered pipes blowing mustard coloured music through my head:

The heavy brass bells of the Oude Kerk toll Goodbye to the Yellow Brick Road:

And the towering Scheepvaarthuis of the Amrath is ready to sleep:

To sleep, perchance to dream. Medusa here evokes a state of quiet transformation, in which beauty and unease co-exist.....

Spawn - Juul Kraijer (1970)

Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair

In the mornin' when we rise

In the mornin' when we rise

That's the time, that's the time

I love the best

Colours (1965)

Donovan

Except it isn't.... The dominant wavelength of my true love's hair is not between 570 and 590 nanometers, which is what it should be for me to see the light reflected from her hair as yellow....  Not in the morning.  Not in the evening, either.  So, Donovan Leitch, try putting that into your optical spectrometer.....

Listening to the yellow wallpaper

I think that I have learned something, though quite what it is, and whether I shall remember it remains something of a mystery.  I shall, in future, pay more attention to what my cones are telling me, and attempt to take more note of compliments......

XXMXX

Narcissi - The smell of yellow

XXCJXX

Pretty Poisons

 Threw a glass darkly.....

Paranoid parolee Dennis Pitt (Anthony Perkins) strives to fit into everyday life working at a chemical factory but soon comes to believe the company is purposely polluting the town's water supply. Befriended by an attractive high school drum majorette, Sue Ann Stepanek (Tuesday Weld), Dennis is delighted when she approves of his scheme to pretend to be a CIA agent in order to destroy the factory. The plan goes awry, and the hapless Dennis becomes a pawn in Sue Ann's own devious plot.

I think I understand.....

Europe may not be the cradle of silverisation, but it may well be the overpriced and sullied double room of world civil ice station.....

Pretty Poison is/was a film that runs through my mind. Although it is/was about pollution (and what can be less current?) I hold the title as an emblem for the drinks industry.....

As a recovering Corona addict (my earliest teens were spent in thrall to the fizziest of drinks) I now seek solace in what the ancients called Alcohol [The word "alcohol" derives from the Arabic kohl (Arabic: الكحل, romanised: al-kuḥl), a powder used as an eyeliner. The first part of the word (al-) is the Arabic definite article, equivalent to the in English].....  Anyway, as a recovering Corona (and ginger beer) addict, I spend my life in search of the elixir of eternal yoof (sic).....

And in Germany (and the Netherlands) it comes in many beautifully presented forms), such as simple, natural, unadulterated bottled beers:

But also as craft drafts:

Clear and thirst-aswaging Pils:

Which may or may not be accompanied by some kind of local Schnapps:

Or it may be Black Beer -  a speciality of the old GDR:

Or it could be some of the delicious local wines, which rarely find their way to the UK.  Here's a Baumberger 

[1855 KAM JOHANN BAUMBERGER NACH MANDEL, 

UM HIER EINE FAMILIE ZU GRÜNDEN UND DIE ERSTEN 

REBEN ZU PFLANZEN.

ÜBER 150 JAHRE SPÄTER SIND WIR EIN WEINGUT, 

EINE FAMILIE, DREI GENERATIONEN, 13 HEKTAR REBFLÄCHE 

UND ÜBER 50.000 STÖCKE.]

With Ápfelstrudel.....

And I love Riesling too: [Germany is famous for producing high-quality Riesling wines that can range from bone-dry to intensely sweet. Riesling wines showcase the grape's unique ability to express characteristics of the terrier {sic} and the winemaking process. They often have aromas of citrus, peach, apricot and floral notes, combined with a distinct acidity that make them versatile for pairing with various cuisines.]

With Spargel:

But a light beer is nice with it too:

Though dunkel beer (or rot wein) goes better with three different meats {duck, venison and wild boar}:

Anyway when all is said and done some kind of flaming digestif is helpful:

Though they don't all ignite:

I should explain that it is not only me that enjoys these tipples:

And it isn't only in Germany that such habits are enjoyed {this is Amsterdam}:

Prost!

Oude Genever....  Proost!

Don't let me be misunderstood.......  I am not selling anything - 

But if you fancy joining me in a convivial beverage, just send a pigeon.....