The way women in visions draw baths Perched with ball and claw feet. Water running green. A few twists with the left and straight down. Then just how ferns render in 2D the bottom left comes umber. I never interupt her here but I should. That green water rolling endlessly making me anxious for it to be done. I hum those first few bars for courage. Her stare meets mine and I blush. A circus tent pink red for more imodesty. Inside a yellow woman and a green man. I push around Purple anther, white, brown, blue. I can't tell you how, Wooden like a dutch clog but recogniseably A tulip. Fitting really, The vision ends here I'm afraid. They are never finished those paintings hung in mind.