Esta mañana...

Early Saturday morning I was awoken at about 6.00am by a horrific howling noise. It was the wind of course...I peeped out of the window and saw what looked like the end of the world! Objects of all kinds flying past, destruction everywhere, strange light in the sky...and for most of Sunday there was no electricity. All back to normal now though, and I was thinking in the studio this morning that every painting has its own kind of weather system, with clear days or storms. And a curious fact; in Spanish the word "tiempo" can be used to mean "weather" or "time" which gives it a special poetic force.

No comments:

Post a Comment