The lonely spaces, the silence as on another planet, secluded, lonely, alone with the nature of emerald: the water, or deep blue, ominous as the often threatening skies. Washington Slagbaai Reserve, in particular, seemed from another world, with desert-like plains full of cacti and desolate spaces leading to the sea with coral-red stripes and empty open spaces along the edge of the sea, sometimes full of jagged rock formations thrown into the sea as if tossed from a cyclops. A single tree, an oddity, broken-white pipe coral edged the sea. The silence and desolation was audible.
Occasionally a rock formation with inside ancient inscriptions and drawings of animals in siena, testimonies to a distant past of man-eating Indians, the Arawaks. Watercolors show the red coral pipes with clear blue pools and yellow vegetation among the arid undergrowth. So lonely, so brilliant, so beautiful in color, the basis for my later use of color. It has been internalized with me. All my later works start on this blue-green colorite, similar to my own.
Gabriella Cleuren 27.09.2020