Las flores aromáticas, ilusiones en un sueño

I draw on the beach — bodies, boats and their sails, children playing with sand and ball, people sleeping or reading, the air caresses us, pure pleasure and delight; at low tide the beach is infinite. To paint, to draw, a thousand times, these beaches.

Can painting be reached through appreciation? Here L. Wittgenstein tells us that not only is it hard to describe what appreciation consists of — it is impossible.