endless expanses of fresh paint laid on a palette knife

view from an ICE high-speed train between Frankfurt (Main) and Mannheim

Had a transcendental storm of colour visions today in the bus going to Marseilles. We ran through a long avenue of trees and I closed my eyes against the setting sun. An overwhelming flood of intensely bright colors exploded behind my eyelids: a multidimensional kaleidoscope whirling out through space. I was swept out of time. I was out in a world of infinite number. The vision stopped abruptly as we left the trees. Was that a vision?

Brion Gysin, journal entry 21st December, 1958