Even an empty bowl has something in it — it’s got air inside it, hanging there from rim to rim. And light particles attach themselves to the air and gleam and glimmer inside it. I’m not sure how one’s suppose to handle the topic visually, but I mix different pearlescent tints of white and hope for the best!
It should not be confused with real air though! — not according to the great painter Edgar Degas for he told us “l’air qu’on voit dans les tableaux des maitres n’est pas l’air respirable.” [The air one sees in the paintings of the great masters is not the air we breathe.]
I guess that’s true of those figs I stole from ol’ man Snyders (more about that in a future post). They’re only for looking at — you can’t eat them.