The red coffin at the heart of it
Upper center, raised on the mourners’ shoulders, the one blazing red mass
The single brightest, reddest passage in the whole picture is Galli’s coffin, draped and, in Carrà’s memory, heaped with red carnations, hoisted up on the pallbearers’ shoulders. Carrà treats it almost as a source of light, red flaring out of it across the black figures. It is the still pivot the whole brawl turns around, and the first thing the eye finds. A murdered young man, turned by the canvas into the hot core of a blast.