Got home last night to find Ant had already gone down the street, picked up paint charts, and was frantically running from room to room contemplating what would like right in each one. He kept asking me what I thought. I honestly have no concept of colour. I kind of know what wouldn't work, but generally have even less concept of what does work. I just kept reminding him that he has free reign to do as he wishes. He kept asking my opinion. I kept giving back a blank and entirely vacant look as I honestly have little concept. It's not that I don't care. It's just that I don't know. Ask me what music would work in a certain space and i'll have a hundred and one suggestions with relevant rationales... but colour... nah...
However, speaking of painting, thinking that I would like to go and see The Impressionist exhibition at the National Gallery this weekend, and suggested to Ant that we should check it out. What's that line from Clueless about Monet? "She's so Monet. It's fine from far away but up close, it's a big old mess..."
