Blueberry Hill

Blueberry Hill - no idea if this is what the hill really looked like where Fats Domino, Louis Armstrong and later Elvis fell in love, albeit all unhappily in the end. Probably not. But it is beautiful, the Blueberry Hill, even without the moonlight from the age-old song, beautiful to fall in love with. Isn't it?

Tiny, irregular fragments of bright color appear to float like pollen across a softly blurred background of floral tones. The composition suggests the beauty is in the act of coming apart, floating, to come free. There's a gentle tension between sharp and soft, order and entropy. What makes this piece special is its sense of impermanence; it's as if we’re witnessing the memory of a garden - Blueberry Hill? - dissolving in real time.

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