And old dream and its colour
I dreamt a few years ago of making a piece of painting which was composed by strokes of pink and mint.
It felt like a velvet grassland… covered by cherry blossoms…
It felt like a lover’s hand.
It was a wet dream, like that in between spring and summer in my hometown, where rain and fog dominate.
I made a few 5-minute pieces in an attempt to grasp that feeling…
I was inspired by the old colour-blind test pictures. You know those, with a swarm of lovely pink and mint dots.
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