Acrylic on canvas
60 x 60cm
The sun is setting on an evening after the equinox, beyond the high peaks of the Eastern Pyrenees. In the Langue d’Oc, Fajòla may be associated with that bundle of sticks known as the ‘faggot’ . . . which was put in the service of the Inquisition in the burning of heretics. In my many visits to the view point I have seen the intensity of the setting sun paint the trees red, bent to lift the bells of flowers in blue and felt the flame of life itself in the refuge of study and painting.