This last image would be like a compendium. Better be like a brief manifesto, of why my road through colour; will use the words of Chesterton for that.
On must we go: we search dead leaves,
We chase the sunset's saddest flames,
The nameless hues that o'er and o'er
In lawless wedding lost their names.
God of the daybreak! Better be
Black savages; and grin to gird
Our limbs in gaudy rags of red,
The laughing-stock of brute and bird;
And feel again the fierce old feast,
Blue for seven heavens that had sufficed,
A gold like shining hoards, a red
Like roses from the blood of Christ.
G.K. Chesterton, "Art colours".
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As one chapter comes to a close, another follows, offering more avenues of exploration.
Indeed. From tomorrow on I have prepared a "bridge", a short chapter of eleven pieces about simulated prismas. Will help to go through the holidays with less work.
Don't expect deepness with those "prismas".
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