The Painting of the Day n°2
Marrakesh (Morocco), one can buy pomegranates in October.
pomegranate is not eaten, it becomes even more beautiful, it bursts
From a stay in Marrakesh, Morocco, I brought this painting in which, like the grains of the pomegranate tree tightened in the box, the lines cross, intersect, interpenetrate. Some are relief, the others are engraved in the paint; the other, hardly put, remain fluid.
How to evoke, on
a painting even relatively big ( 51 in. x 63 in. )
The souk of the dry
cleaners where hanks illuminate the sky, the district of the tanners where the
colour becomes foaming better to spread,
the ceaseless movement of carriages with asses, carts, " small taxis "
All this encircled by bulwarks red ochre of Medina.
Please , exhibit this
picture at home with diffused lighting, then light a part
And suddenly you will listen, will see, will smell and will feel the Red City.