On the way home

  • 25 July 2018

On the way back, through the car window I see a tree trunk that really moves me. I quickly stop the car.

Was Salomé surprised ? Not sure. My imagination, which had until now been restrained by the set subject of the scenery, to be reproduced on a piece of paper, is suddenly set free.
Now it’s eager to run around this dead tree stump and to become gay and light again.

Salomé encourages the idea – here she comes with her camera – mustn’t miss this impromptu scene !

Not bad ! Salomé snaps the sculpture now daubed with paint.

I hope the peasant won’t hold it against me to have messed about with nature

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