jeudi 26 février 2015

Thinking about landscape.

I am always thinking about it: it is winter still, the skies are grey, light flashes fitfully. Colour is vivid and muted, both it seems, at the same time. Here in paint is my voice: it is not the only voice and the other voices are as indispensible to our survival as variations in our DNA.

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