The bright and vivid colors that seem to be all primary but they aren’t. There are reds, blues, yellows, greens, purples, and even oranges, but not one of them is a true solid color. They were slapped onto the canvas into their random yet organized destinations. What a quiet dreary night they were supposed to express yet their is not a single dull color. Only Bright and alive hues grace my canvas.

From inside the artist’s head I now sit, his offspring, quietly on a wall loudly expressing the somber night. Never speaking but always loud. I am that painting.