Large field of light colors in the South West coast of Wales.
I flow through capillars from Newgale to Little Haven. Horses staring at the sea, enormous spaces, sand and wind.
Yellow are the flowers of Wales.
Dark purple the paints of Rothko in Tate Modern.
Shallow light, deep intimate. Four hundred miles between chromatic solitude, sweet and cold spaces.
Some colors are free, enigmatic. Others are stored, for the future.
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