How to flee from the abyss? To shout at the top of our voice? This old Japanese ceramic dish contains everything I like, a shape that rebels with simplicity, colours deep and bright, a reflection of light on the gold painted fish and a blue that pulls your heartstrings.
Last week I was hiding under a tree in a forest, the rain was very loud and drained every other noise. The air smelled of pine trees, leaves, earth and mushrooms and it was sunny while it rained. It's impossible to paint this, or even photograph it.