I'm traveling, going through Alentejo. The autumn skies begin to reward us with their beautiful and warm colors. Then I remember to tell many skeptics and bleak observers "These are real colors and without Photoshop. This exists!".
The black of the backlit cork-trees, with its organic, unexpected and flexible ways, plays with the black of the "frame", with its cold, sharp, rigid forms.
The black of the backlit cork-trees, with its organic, unexpected and flexible ways, plays with the black of the "frame", with its cold, sharp, rigid forms.
"At the end, my limits are organic", Alentejo/Portugal
December 2014
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