colours floating on canvas a flow gone berserk -no rules -no direction they change with every new contact they make The only unique factor is Me watching a palm that holds life like an outsider who knows inner strife I draw lines through the flow to separate zones tear through the fabric which looks like a whole -touch threads to know the metric find everything that was life in each part put them back together There’s every colour other than Happiness
There’s every colour

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A realistic look at life. But I do hope that the color of happiness is lurking somewhere too.
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Thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome
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