Yes, he was bright.
He used black to fill in the eyes with irony and yellow to enhance the nature of a face; a shade of red to instill a sense of ambiguous turbulence. Finally, some white to mitigate the strength of the ensemble.
His work was a sort of popular census, something that he did obstinately and shamelessly.
“No, it doesn’t work”. He burst out one day. “What ’m looking for is the spark of a more genuine humanity”.
Then he fell silent, grabbed a knife and began removing the seeds from a big slice of watermelon.