a martian chronicle
35×27, oil on cardboard
Referring to the Ray Bradbury's book, of course. If we ever were to meet alien people, born and raised on another planet or stellar system, I think they would have a very different perception of colors, maybe on another range of the light spectrum. Well, every species on Earth have already their own perception of color, and of everything, actually. It's more of a study, maybe I will put it there when I'm coming to it. I had in mind Ghosts of Mars, by John Carpenter. I wouldn't say it's a good movie, nor a bad one, it's just a kind of action/fun flick from the 90's, with Ice Cube (who could not like Ice Cube ?). I saw it at the time of its release, and it didn't make a heavy impression on me. It was a good time with friends, and has really nothing to do with the poetry of Bradbury. But John Carpenter, as a director, seems to me a very poetic character, and closer than you expect to Bradbury's world. I appreciate him for that. Not posturing, making movies with his own hands, writing and playing on his own electronic keyboard the music of his films, just trying to do his thing and to do it right.