He was about as far from his West Village gallery as one could get.
And why was he here? Hubris and whiskey. Over drinks, he and his friends had heard a news story that far-off planets had colors never seen before. This appealed to beautiful Liliana.
Painters -- and the ones who loved them.
Stepping into a cave, his breath caught. The walls weren’t lavender, lilac, mauve, heliotrope, amethyst, or periwinkle. The color was indeed…indescribable.