Somewhere while sailing through the islands near New Celdonia, we came across this beautiful ruined prison in the forest, long sinced abandoned except for the ghosts of incarcerated souls. It was a French colonial prison. Why is it places of horror and suffering look beautiful when they are dead and gone to ruin?
Architecture is the underlying structure of a building. The original plan. Painting is often the attempt to see the structure amidst the chaos and broken lines and the organic forms. The organicity of the green world of flora takes over buildings in apocalyptic visions. In this picture, the world of straight lines is being taken over the green world of organicity. The old architecture is losing. Is something more beautiful taking over? Perhaps a return to the primal world of endless forest?