Fog and fug, grit brown, deep striations, a blush of pink rises through a glaze of smoke… a burnt orange melts into a caustic violet ash…

bubbling umbers, of oil and residue, the cool breeze of cerulean blue… then, a mechanical yellow, breathing blisters from a greenish bronze…

Mere descriptions, slowly unfold a hidden narrative, representing nothing, in reality…
Just colour, applied; some of it lived and some of it died…


October 22nd, 2008 - 11:30 am
simply beautiful.
November 3rd, 2008 - 11:04 am
Steven, many thanks for calling by and leaving a comment.