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In
Spain I rented a little "finca" house, in Torreblanca, near
Fuengirola, near Torremolinos, near Malaga. At that time, it
was a real "campo"; only a few little peasant farmers worked
their little pieces of land, making meager harvest.
It's
very dry area and it doesn't rain much. They have to rely on
irrigation and often there is not much water. Nevertheless it
was a very lush and beautiful area, with its olive trees. One
should see when olive trees are in blossom! They look as somebody
sprinkled them with silver powder.
The
peasants were very gentle and sweet lot. Going down the hill
towards the sea felt like heaven, or as heaven should be. That's
where I had the idea to paint my fig tree ("Picnic Under
The Fig Tree" shown in Gallery 1).
When
I painted my Spanish Reminiscence, it was this particular memory
that came up to my mind. I always felt like riding a big horse
on this immortal Mediterranean, cradle of all cultures and civilizations.
Not the industrial ones. Here I am riding with a beautiful woman,
probably kidnapped, but in love; with such a feeling of endlessness
and immortality as in ancient myths.
My
horse is very proud to be involved in such a wonderful adventure
as a love affair. Even clouds seem to be happy to be around
at this moment. Up in the hill, there is my little house with
the cypress tree which I planted myself.
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