Man Walking on Path

As I started to paint this picture my mind split into thousands of multicolored fragments,under the skies that sometimes dazzle like faceted sapphires or turquoises.and other colors that have yet no name,, that sometimes are molded of infernal, hot, noxious, and blinding sulfurs; under skies like streams of red hot molten metals and crystal glasses, sometimes, expose radiating, torrid solar disks;hotter than the flaming red orange sun, under the incessant and formidable streaming of every conceivable effect of light,and darkness, in heavy, flaming, burning atmospheres that seem to be exhaled from fantastic furnaces where gold and diamonds and similar gems are volatilized--there is the disquieting and disturbing display of a strange nature, that is at once entirely realistic, and yet almost supernatural, of an excessive nature where everything--beings and things, shadows and lights, forms and colours such are just a few ideas that swirl in my burning skull while I play with the pigments before my weary eyes,

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