Tuesday, 16 December 2008

Postcard of the Day No. 21, Les Roches Noires

A simple, atmospheric composition of delicate colours and textures graced by the ethereal presence of a small girl and her family engaged in the genteel pastime of rock pooling. It all combines into a poetic visualisation of a long forgotten moment of quiet pleasure at the end of a summer day. The details have their own magic. Forms and shapes whose contours fade and dissolve undermine any sense of documentary realism. The pastel hues hover over the forms to which they’ve been applied with varying degrees of accuracy. The image is saturated in an all-pervasive dream like quality that vintage postcards so often and so powerfully deliver. I think a cold shower is called for after all this overcooked prose.


Marie Reed said...

Hello Phil! I would certainly like to be tip - toeing though Trouville today:)

MuseSwings said...

Lovely description - cold shower or not. I stopped over by way of Marie's. Very nice blog!