The first thing I noticed were the colors: the brilliant, vibrant red contrasted with the deep, oceanic blue. Hot and cold. Fire and ice. The flames were actually coming off the painting, reaching to its upper borders and leaping up and out. In front of them stood a man who looked, well, uncertain about whether he wanted to be there. His arms were raised at the elbow, in a vague gesture. Was he calling fire down from heaven, or was he surrendering? If…
