In this work, iron gives itself to the red earth of Camanducaia. A vein of copper cuts the lower half, not as a mark, but as time writing in its own alphabet. The surface gives itself to whoever lingers.
The first panel of the series, and the place Mario was raised. The reds are the iron itself, the red earth of the region returned to the panel through chemistry. A green vein of copper cuts the lower half. No figure. No horizon. A surface looked at long enough to begin to give itself away.
This is where it all began. I did not paint. I waited.