The show that opens today at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, "Color as Field: American Painting 1950-1975," is to say the least, colorful.
The galleries literally breathe color. Large expanses of it are spread playfully and aggressively in geometric shapes, or seemingly splashed randomly across enormous canvases that are all hung together as if they are, forgive me, color-coordinated?
Here are paintings infused with the cool colors of winter and spring, followed by the brilliant warm colors of summer and fall. The visitor wandering amidst the milieu is struck by its simple beauty, but can't help wonder, what does it all mean?