“What a horrible thing yellow is.” — Edgar Degas
This is not the first time that Mr. Degas and I have disagreed. In general, he was a bit of a pessimist.
No, I’ve always liked yellow. It’s a happy color. But especially today.
Yesterday morning, I got up early, put on a yellow tank top, painted my toenails yellow, ate some oatmeal and walked to the TaeKwondo Studio. I offered to sweep, but instead my instructor assigned the job to a black belt. I had other things to worry about.
For the next two hours, I (along with 8 others) demonstrated kicks, punches and blocks. Then I had to execute a 21 step form perfectly, despite my nerves.
A few minutes before noon, our instructors went away to confer and returned with results. We knelt in formation and waited as they called our names. For a second or two, I was terribly nervous, but I was the final white belt called forward.
I shook hands and received my yellow belt.
September 29: Yellow. 4×4 Oil on Canvas. $95