Mark Rothko Orange and Yellow

Mark Rothko Orange and YellowAlfred Gockel Endless LoveWassily Kandinsky Yellow Red Blue
Mrs. Coulter looked at him curiously. These were the beings who had fallen in love with human women, with the daughters of men, so long ago.
"No, no," she said gently,into the flesh of her upper arms, and she gripped his fur for reassurance. Facing them was a being made of light. He was man-shaped, man-sized, she thought, but she was too dazzled to see. The golden monkey hid his face in her shoulder, and she threw up an arm to hide her eyes.
Metatron said, "Where is she? Where is your daughter?"
"I've come to tell you, my Lord Regent," she said. "please don't waste time. Take me to the Regent at once. He's waiting for me."Disconcert them, she thought, keep them off balance; and this angel did not know what he should do, so he did as she told him. She followed him for some minutes, through those confusing perspectives of light, until they came to an ' antechamber. How they had entered, she didn't know, but there they were, and after a brief pause, something in front of her opened like a door.Her daemon's sharp nails were pressing