A crude experiment of mine from around 1973 (slide sandwich). The majority of what I knew about colour photography at the time was its use in representing "reality". Because I have never had formal photography or art training, it was only by poking around in libraries, bookstores or galleries that I became aware of photographers such as Ernst Haas, or the fields of colour used by some of the abstract expressionists, or ever mused about the emotional impact of colour. I don't have any specific recollection of intent regarding this image. But it always brings to mind a line from Joni Mitchell's song Chelsea Morning: And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses.