The “pure” red of which certain abstractionists speak does not exist. Any red is rooted in blood, glass, wine, hunters’ caps and a thousand other concrete phenomena. Otherwise we would have no feeling toward red and its relations. — Robert Motherwell

 

Fall Color ©Mike Nalley
Mama’s Fruit Bowl ©Clara Williams
Red Shoes, No Food ©Sandra Chen Weinstein
Untitled 15 ©Campbell Washington
Savannah Red ©Panos Lambrou
Red Curtain ©Caren Winnall
Waiting for Spring ©db Waltrip
Old Barn ©Jenny Bell
Swing ©Rhonda Boocock
Free Calls and Texts ©Bruce West
Dining Car ©Renee Lowery
Hemoglobin ©Kent Putnam
Varsity ©Lucie Canfield
Anole ©Donna Rosser
Cloudstone ©Eric Hansen
Red Lady ©Rhonda Prince
Wellsburg, WV ©Mark Indig
The Red Shawl ©Vicki Hunt
Beware of Chickens ©Tara Saunders
Red Car and Cats ©Leah Frances
Rio the Clown ©Beate Sass
Solidarnosc ©Malgorzata Florkowska
Melting Popsicle ©Warren Simons
Bella’s Blues ©Julian Orr
Hodgson Mill ©Brian Cormack
Beauty ©Lauren Grabelle
2 Girls, 1 Flag, 4 July ©George Elsasser
Tomatoes on display at the Burris Stand in Loxley, Alabama ©Robert Schaefer
Abandoned Room ©Monte Arnold
Shug’s BBQ ©Marla Puziss
Bail ©Mark Caceres
California Dreaming ©Grace Hawthorne