Blue skies, yellow sun and a faint brush splatter of clouds around the canvas, a bit of green and more blue for the rivers and fields going and twirling around, and a few grape trees climbing a red-brick broken down house, sometimes that's response to what's the most beautiful thing I've seen, but take a new white canvas and hang it up high, throw some orange around a bit of green, let the brown slide down to a soil of green and brown then put me under that tree, let me look at the grey clouds all around the sky hiding all the colors, maybe this is the most Beautiful, although, if we take a new canvas and wait for a bit to take the white in, then hold a bucket of purple and throw it full, maybe that's what is most beautiful, I don't know, my opinion about what's most beautiful always changed, maybe because the blue and yellow don't mix well, maybe because the grey adds some shade to the orange, maybe because purple is my favorite color, or it's probably because I haven't seen the most beautiful thing enough, but I do try to look at you as much as I can.