Tangerine-tinged recollections
upon a soft field of purposeful blue
Perceptively gentle this hue
seems to bleed to somewhere
This canvas keeps from view
Beyond the edges lay uncertainty
Masterful direction ques or glance
To the nearly too contrasted
Aligned shapes that represent
Every sensation blending into feeling
Too personal, we look upon what
Inwardly lay hidden, as if off edges
The attachments best expresses in colors
It makes us pause, want, recall what was
Fall, take in breath, shed a tear or confessed appreciation of our own inability to be true.

Reds melt and seep, against my the monochromatic, reality.
Whites force back the muted tones if unwashed brushes
Every shade, shape and conceptualized
Intentention t go at only artists can pull from those that pass by such

List my point and considering this a rough work in progress.