09-22-2011, 06:20 PM
Because I am me, this brought to mind two overlapping images. One was that sense where a hot place, having been hot for a long period, produces a kind of mixture of idleness and activity -- but everything is really emanating from the sun beating down on the pavements, beaches, cafes, houses. (Rather loftily, one of Albert Camus's books comes to mind, it would be more lofty if I could remember which), but that thought came after the very first impression, which is a canvas my sister painted in Morocco, all reds, oranges and earthy colours -- the subject of much covetousness, as she has not sold it.