Starting in the web of our beginnings; into the stream of our river of consciousness.
Three rust brick and slate Pillar like structures on right side imposed on cottony spread of kiwi green, ink-blotted blue and corn-in-the-cob yellow. A shack like burgundy rectangle rests confused left-side on canvas white. Seeing it as fairy tale helps a bit to integrate. What do the structures have to do with all that softness? Why is the yellow foreground a place my eyes rest upon? Why do i so enjoy asking these questions this sluggish morning?
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