And on the same theme, in the same palette (which I always confuse with palate), this from Cezanne.
image: Stilleben mit Granatapfel und Birnen, Zenodot Verlagsgesellschaft mbH
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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