CROQUEMBOUSHE..DARLING!

I like to be called a Colorist. Ok, color is very essential in Art, and in Nature..
Colorist/Artist offers a rather fine lesson in humanitarianism:
Like an individual, a color cannot exist in isolation. It is the echoes and the vibrato that brings it into its own, and reveal its splendor.
“Croquembouche.. Darling!” speaks a different imaginary Language through a prism of tiny details and complexity of reality, created by my surreal freedom.
I like it, because expresses the duty of the Colorist’s mind..
.. and I jump-start dancing on a velvet scarlet dream tasting Strawberry Mamey .
Sorbet on my tongue, seeing pink rabbits!
S.F.

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