When we think, we look up. We do this because we are visualizing something. When I visualize, people whom I look up to come to mind, so there is John Lennon, then my mom, Walt Disney, my grandfather, Audrey Hepburn, Jane Austen, my dad, Pina Bausch, Cary Grant, my brother, Ennio Morricone, Andy Warhol, my sister, Frida Kahlo, my husband, Bob Dylan, who makes me think of my cousin Pipe so I think about what he has to go through, (but I feel that the times are a-changing indeed).
Then I realize that I am looking at the sky, and if it is blue, it's because: "molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun more than they scatter red light. When we look towards the sun at sunset, we see red and orange colors because the blue light has been scattered out away from the line of sight".
I love blue, and yellow! it makes me think of Goethe's theory of colours on light and darkness: "Yellow is a light which has been dampened by darkness Blue is a darkness weakened by light". We cannot have one without the other. So if I have the blues today, I have to remember that somewhere there is still a yellow color waiting for me on the sunny side of the street.
Una montaña de animales que parecen órganos vitales, Un pulmón de alas y de plumas que se atoran, Un perro lobo que me mira a lo interno, Más interno hasta que se vean solo transparencias.