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…
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simply beautiful.
Steven, many thanks for calling by and leaving a comment.