The summer sun anoints everything animate and inanimate, encasing it all in a shade akin to the golden globes found hanging on the dusty trees. Its shades are found in the terracotta urns that lie abandoned in the gardens of the old brick-orange houses, the chickens under the orange trees, the fallen citrus crop that nobody bothered to pick, the weeds that dry up in the scorching heat. Even the pick up trucks, the packing crates and irrigation pipes cannot evade the hue that Fournes is most famous for. The sun parches the ground, scorches the trees and burns the life out of the fallen crops. Yet without it, there would be no crops and rural life would cease.
(This work has been inspired from Calliope's series on Spectral Studies.)
Orang is extremely "in" right now. Love your orange selections.
ReplyDeleteSo poetic and touching and very convincing. That's really a lot of orange.
ReplyDeleteNice inspiration! Love the orange colour.
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