The Spanish aesthetic is a gilded expanse;
Dryness suggesting clarity.
The landscape like a sculpture;
chiseled into the earth; given features;
allowed to run smooth like polished marble.
The fields and valleys of Salamanca
described by paint
whereas others were to be described
with words.
Such richness in everything.
Spain has an aura of red,
the color of power and wealth
and red wine.
Every painting,
the scape brightens at the horizon,
I want to look beyond.
It shows so much.
I imagine what it does not
but I must see more.
