So once I came across a bird trapped inside a large blue cage and I was struck immediately by several things. The bars were the same blue as Yves Klein’s Blue Monochrome. I had a particular penchant for Klein and knew the shade immediately. Also the bird had unforgettable piercing black eyes, a broad pale beak and wore a charming black beret on its head, not to mention a sweet red and white gingham dress.
Do you think you could open this cage for me, the bird said, doffing the beret.
