I want this green so bad and I will never find it in a paint can. I can't always take the easy way out which is what I want to do. This takes mixing and layering and and aging and probably failing and starting again. Unless you can start with wet plaster and pure pigments and master craftsmen. I am so in love with these two rooms. They are drowning in color, age, imperfection, soul, sadness, joy, and grace. The one above abandoned and the one below a home. I would take either one in a heartbeat.
Pictures from Havana by Robert Polidori. "The Montreal-born photographer has made haunting studies of bombed-out buildings in Beirut, decaying New York tenements, Versailles rooms in dusty disarray, Brasilia's paean to spare '50s modernism, and, most recently, the abandoned, contaminated cities of Chernobyl and Pripyat. Taken together, they add to his ongoing project: the interpretation of the interrupted urban landscape."