Blue used to be my favorite color. Since I have started to paint, it has shown itself as the most difficult color to work with. Blue is unmagical. It is just blue; there are no nuances, no extensions. Rarely do figures and faces appear in a blue painting. Just blue on paper and that is all. Very occasionally I get lucky with blue. The association of blue with money. Blue-chip stocks. Cool remote blue boardrooms, And with junk. Cool blue mineral clam. Perhaps blue is a quantitative color.
A blue picture I have just completed. I look for some meaning, some life. There is none. The blue paint even clogs the drain in the sink.
(from My Education, William S. Burroughs)