A heat storm over the sea arrives at the eastern portals of the Bugarach. Terrific clouds rise up in immeasureable swells of brilliant or black cumulus. The sky is green. Trees have been posted as sentinels. A potent earthy red complements the green of the growing storm throughout, as if, in the irridescence of a double rainbow, chords of colour are inverted. The elements seem to modulate; cloud has the qulaity of mountain, air of earth. Red is green, black is white. As the Bugarach rises through and beyond the world so rises the storm, inflating his mirror with hot respiration, a mountain turning in time with the Mediterranean engendered storm in a massive visionary ball.
Acrylic on canvas
60cm x 50cm
Can be seen at The Secret Gallery