'The horse was drinking, the hare was quiet. Artist in residence III. Villa Bergerie, Huesca (Spain)'.
While the horse was drinking and the hare was quiet, in these surrounding plains, in these distant forests and beyond the mountains, on these still beaches of this uninhabited world, or of this quietly inhabited world, all this was happening.
Like souls, they revealed themselves and then all the colors that were already there appeared:
Look at that glow how it seems to travel between a back and forth.
Look at that beautiful fine grass peeking out of the flower as if it wanted to say hello!
or wanted to greet with elegance...
