I don’t know at what point I get sucked into the whirlpool of moving colours.
It is labelled as a whim, schizophrenia, explosion of creativity – but I know that I’m at my best when I operate at multiple levels. I’m grateful to each colour for bringing out a facet of me.
Colours then come together in a melting pot to create this monstrous, unrecognisable, monochrome creature I see in the mirror.
I know I’m much more than that, but the kaleidoscope is stuck.