a vast coral fan standing upright repeated down a receding line, ten, diminishing, every copy identical and fluted the same way with the flutes converging as the perspective takes them, a path running beneath them to a vanishing point. The near ground is saturated blue, deeply coloured and saturated and high-chroma, the repeated forms pale and achromatic against it. hard high sun straight down, an empty cobalt sky, and the shadow a tight dark pool directly beneath, each copy throwing its own shadow across the path. The bloom ground dense, the sky and the form surfaces calm. one person alone in a cobalt jacket, walking away up a slope, tiny — about one fiftieth of the frame's height, too small to read a face, on the path itself. Ceremonial, as though the procession has always been there. full rich colour across the whole frame with every surface carrying its own real hue, but nothing pushed to maximum intensity and nothing neon or electric, colour deep and true rather than bright, highlights clean and small with no blown-out white areas, deep shadow present