Colored pencil
9″ by 12″
I was surprised to read recently in a Norwegian novel the expression “the blue hour.” Many years ago, I dubbed that time of day when a mother is preparing supper and a small child is keeping her company “the blue hour.” I meant it not only as a color — the sky changing as night came, and of course most pronounced in winter (hence no doubt the Norwegian familiarity with it)–but also the feeling one can get of a melancholy. There has to be a story, here, too…