The
color
of
the
sky
is
which
I
choose
first,
and
it
doesn’t
need
to
be
blue.
It
can
be
white,
yellow,
rose-red,
with
a
touch
of
moss-green
in
dreams
of
emeralds.
Skies
also
can
be
gray,
that
is
the
ungrateful
color.
Seen
up
close,
seen
off
far,
waves
tone
on
tone
in
afternoons
of
the
southern
wind.
Colors
are
movements
in
soft
shades
of
light.
What
is
underneath
the
sky,
in
the
touch
of
the
hour
and
my
disposition,
there
can
be
seas,
there
can
be
rivers,
with
boat
or
without
boat,
or
a
trail
in
a
glade.
What
can’t
be
missing
are
mountains,
because
they
give
us
distance,
as
Minas
Gerais
is
from
the
sea.
The
landscape
is
made
of
rocks,
roads,
curves,
perspective,
light-dark,
composition.
What
gives
joy
to
the
painter’s
brush
more
than
the
colors,
more
than
the
rhythm,
is
the
pleasure
of
creation.
To
paint
the
beauties
of
life:
the
painter’s
work
is
to
paint.
Wanderlino
Arruda
