Every day, for several months, I walked along the narrow streets on the outskirts of La Xara, between the orange orchards. I was born and had lived all my life in the North, and this was my first spring in Spain. In February and March, the air was filled with the scent of orange blossom — a fragrance a little like jasmine. In the abandoned gardens, the trees carried ripe fruit and clusters of white flowers at the same time. I couldn’t get enough of that orange-scented air.
My landscapes become gentle visual meditations — soft, immersive spaces where the mind can rest.
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Every day, for several months, I walked along the narrow streets on the outskirts of La Xara, between the orange orchards. I was born and had lived all my life in the North, and this was my first spring in Spain. In February and March, the air was filled with the scent of orange blossom — a fragrance a little like jasmine. In the abandoned gardens, the trees carried ripe fruit and clusters of white flowers at the same time. I couldn’t get enough of that orange-scented air.
My landscapes become gentle visual meditations — soft, immersive spaces where the mind can rest.
Hi-tech paper
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