This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

There are no blues like these

There are no blues like these. The blues of Portugal. The tiles echo the old world sky. The sky echoes the endless sea.

Try to find these blues elsewhere. You may for a moment think you have come upon its match. But you will see it fade before your eyes.

I dream in blues. It is the closest approximation.

by Balthazar Simões