Light so transparent and elusive. Colours so delicate, luminous, even despite of the thick layer of dust that settled on the heavy brushstrokes. The space is tangible, extending from the sky to the ephemeral surface of the water to below the water. We sense the height and the depth of this painted realm. The lilies, like little flames, suspended in between the fluid elements, accentuating the vastness of the painting and that which the painting depicts.
The colour of the shadows very dense, almost black, but not black. The colour of the lit clouds reflected on the water surface. The flickers of the shadow on the light, the licks of light on the shadow, the weave of the two, here strokes, here circles…
The white is pink, then it is yellow, then it is blue… The black is green, then it is blue, then it is purple…
Phtalo green shadows circle cerulean light, then warmer green weights down the shadows, then red makes a seat, pins the leaves to the watery void, then the white perches on the warm red everything floats, bobbing, shimmering — real and illusory, tangible yet transient.
