A real purple is something you can also smell.
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500gsm · 100% cotton · Hahnemühle Photo Rag · Archival pigment inks · 6 × 18 cm · Matte finish.
Colors of the World series · 3 of 20 different sets.
Catalogue Nº 013 of 100.
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There are colours that are bound to a season. The yellow that means May, the orange that means October, the soft green you only get in a week of April. You can paint a room any of them and you will not actually get the colour. You get a version of it, indoors, in February. The real one waits for the right week, and arrives with the smell of the place it belongs to.
Aerial over a Provençal plateau in July, the rows converging on a single point at the top of a small hill. From above the rows look graphic, the way a printer would lay them out. From the ground they smell of warm honey and clean laundry. The colour is not painted on. It is a season, a dry breeze, and an essential oil that takes nine fields of work to fill one small bottle.
Sits alongside A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle, The Olive Farm by Carol Drinkwater, or any book read with something living within reach.
Some places choose colour the way other places choose silence. A wall is blue because somebody, generations ago, decided blue was the right answer and nobody has been able to argue since. A field is purple because of a plant. The sea is turquoise because of light passing through three metres of water and stopping on white sand. You arrive, you take off your sunglasses, and the world is louder.
