An abstract landscape dwells within a painting-object. A transparent dusk full of width shows us its sides with straight and radical bias, in which float the guts of a twilight sky, fragmented, in dissection, and gives us the red clouds, raw, bleeding the colour of their last reflections of the sun. However, this golden three-dimensional penumbra transcends its form. It goes further.
And the aura of the picture transmits sensations that embrace our senses. Its chromatic intensity invites us to touch its textures, feel the essence of its floating pigments.
The evening air gives off and transports the golden dust of colour that travels towards our senses, helping us perceive the metallic tang exhaled by these evanescent yellow pigments.
Silent evening staves, which expand and transform.

Alberto Reguera