Brutal red, razor sharp coral, soft light, and delicate details.
Inching along at a snails' pace through a sea of magenta.
Jagged, sharp, concrete colors and angelic translucency.
Where does one curve begin and another end?
The dance of pink petals through cream-colored space.
Arid, dusty, crude weeds of dusty silly happy flowers.
A crown of orchids wreaths over shells and water.
The emergence of a clay pot through the waves of yellow light and scarlet darks.
Write, don't read, said the red riding the green.
Writing so delicate and red belies the cold and heavy file.
Color, color everywhere. Play on play, cold vs hot, and an individual hot one bucking the tribes.
Sea of movement from one plane to the next.
There were three whites, one in the dark, one in the middle, and one stepped into the light and was awarded three fruits.
The mango said to the man-made nut: "you think you outshine me?"
The waves of crisp pale husks engage with jeweled nuggets while the orange pumpkin lords over ochre and rust-colored silk.
Red always dominates the other more beautiful colors.
Chaos, chaos everywhere, but the beauty is that every hue has its place.
I have a sweet spot for delightfully stupid and happy yellow flowers.
Leathery hard and dark leaves vs cushions of light, flannel, sweet petals.
A scarlet flower.