This is the painting that knocks the wind out of me at the MOMA. Brings tears. Seems the most sacred.
‘Everything was spotless white, like a laboratory. In a light smock, with his clean-shaven face, taciturn, wearing his heavy glasses, Mondrian seemed more a scientist or priest than an artist. The only relief to all the white were large matboards, rectangles in yellow, red and blue, hung in asymmetric arrangements on all the walls. Peering at me through his glasses, he noticed my glance and said: “I’ve arranged these to make it more cheerful.”‘
He painted a fake tulip white because he banned the colour green from being in his house
* * Play the Modrian Machine * *
