the colours of asilah

Like so many places in Morocco, Asilah is white and blue— sky and clouds, water and salt. The blues range from an intense ultramarine to a bright cerulean.



I spied this secret blue haven through a shop window, and dreamed of sitting in that chair under the stairwell with a glass of fresh mint tea, a pad of paper, and a pencil...

the colours of tangier

White, blue, and yellow colour the buildings of Tangier. Gulls laugh in the sky, and salt scents the Atlantic breeze.

roma pink

Rome is pink.

red, purple, green, and blue

the most delicate of greens

white and blue

There's something birthday cake-like in all that white with blue trim— well maybe a cake that's been nibbled at...

that blue!

blue hunting

It's the colour of the sky, the colour of the sea. Distant mountains. A hot flame. Forget-me-nots. A jackdaw's eye.



No other colour has that ability to swallow you whole, to wrap you up— you can't get lost in yellow or red, orange or green. Pablo and Yves knew it.



I once heard that the Ancient Greeks did not have a word for blue. Cerulean, cobalt, indigo, and oh ultramarine— beyond the sea— what beautiful words! Lapis lazuli, like some incantation, the stone that drove Titian wild.



It's the ultramarine that my palettes run out of first.

peeling blue

lines in the earth

Red fading to white, curling towards the blue.

doors of the oudaïa