And I saw: a thickish mass, yellowish and red and blue, a pulsing thing with spaces, a shaded clump.

NEWYORKER: History of a Disturbance

At the right of the frame sits a shadowy figure, upsetting the youthful luminescence of the tragic lover: It is Marthe, the blue of her hair and yellowish skin tone blending in with the tablecloth.

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