I sit down and
take a look. Not at the street. No. In the slit between
houses there is no street, no square, no other
buildings. Dark blue sky at the top sloping down to the
right, a dark blue wedge touching the edge of an old
stone wall with cracked plaster flaking off. In the
middle dark green hill, a gentle wave diving before
having reached the right edge of the slit..... Almost
like a flag..... This could be a Liberland's flag: three
patches of non-uniform colours changing their tones,
dyes, saturation and intensity – yes, not stripes, but
patches, just patches which are not regular polygons....
A flag-view instead of a flag-symbol. Or a
flag-abstract-picture. They will not understand. They
will try to find some symbolic meanings in this most
ordinary view. And they will find them. Sooner or later.
They will transform this ordinary view into an ordinary
symbol composed of the most simple and regular geometric
figures in no way connected with any ordinary view......
An old roof, a bit warped and sunken could replace the
old wall. Made of tiles. Not so bright red, rather dull,
however not yet dead, more orange red than brown red.
Such a roof would suit well...... How nice this is not a
flag, this is just a view. An ordinary view.