Oil on board,
25 x 32 ins
In 1998 I travelled around Spain, taking trains and buses across Andalucia in a blazing summer.
On the way to Cordoba we crossed a desert like landscape by train, a storm blew up out of the high
skies and darkened towards the horizon. I was reading Lorca poetry and a terrifying history of the Spanish civil war which haunted my dreams.
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