How many colours are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'green'? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye?

Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception.

When I drive through a field, I want to see green grass sometimes, and I don't want to see black and white.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of "green"?

The Hollywood movies are more like novels, and the kinds of films I make are more like poems.

The capacity to be intrinsic and vulgar is American.