Moped through the twisting lanes of old settlements. Bermuda flowers with ecstatic colour constantly surprising the eye with it's sculpted form. The architecture grows virtually out of the soft coral lending an atmosphere aquatic at every glance. Why is it so enchanting; so proper yet so mad? I capture only bits of it, a shape, a turn, the arc of a wave, a shadow; a luminous glimpse. The beauty of it's shore,a sail against the horizon, the brutal insistence of it's pastel smile, has seduced me, tempted me to paint anew.
