Like Van Gogh's fecling of shock, when the colors of Provence
struck eyes accustomed to the monochrome colors of the flatands.
Odd comparison, yet that's what I thought, before any other impression
or reflection, as I discovered a festival of color in Peking. I built my first
film (not one of my best) around that color fest, and if there's one thing
I wouldn't cut out of it today, it's the memory of that bedazzlement.