At times, one needs to take distance and jump into the beauty of simplicity.
Words can deceive by being too harsh. They sometimes lack precision.
Images are the pure reflexion of the wordless.
They can be described as the end of the real.
A precise pictural moment stuck in time.
When an image has the power to make you feel the grand magnificence of a moment then words have no reason to be.
But when words marry those images and allow the real to transcend.
Then you're close to a state of grace.
Redrose knew beauty was lying in between the complex layers of images and words.
A hidden territory close to his heart.
"Words and images are our only hope to transcend", he thought while thinking about those friends, he missed so much, those mavericks, from that southern spanish town, who saw as much as Redrose did, the beauty in those images and those words.
To those friends.
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