and i can smell. like jean-baptiste grenouille, yah man, i can smell.
i took these pictures with my best camera (film of course) in the summer of rue de la forge royale - the peaceful period. a little bit under the influence, a big bit in love and with hair a tad bit too bleached.
"don't be afraid of colors" said the man. he was a painter. he was finnish. he had dirt under his nails. he lived in a house with a wild swine and his wife. he was happy. and free. i think of him every now and then. and this painting is the answer to a call in my brain.