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blue certainly but what happened to clear?
surely - blue, sea and sky-blue, can only be truly itself where it meets a cold white line of ice. and only clear beneath an uncompromising arctic noon; between the tension of colour and light; in a landscape uncluttered by vegetation and devoid of inhabitation, apart from the occasional solitary bear.
penguins are out, too human, too collective, too eager, huddled for warmth and hatchling-committed. northwards and to hell with the south!
but wait, we could always opt for azure blue above an arid yellow, momentarily caught amongst an oasis of palm. heat and blue, does it really work? to the western eye cool and blue seem inextricably linked. do the bedouin dream of the arctic?
expeditions require careful preparation and considerable planning. i fear we need more informed insight. i'm considering shackleton and some, as yet unidentified, desert text. i might have to add a mountain-climber to the list.
'a cool breeze blowing' by an armenian artist (whose name if I ever knew it has escaped me) comes immediately to mind. 'a kind of blue' by miles davies might have something to offer.
whales calling might be another option.
any chance of sponsors, do you think? a journey of the mind, is it bankrollable?
NB - Nxxxx is currently singing to her feet while rubbing liberal amounts of cocoa butter into her toes.
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