Behold the smooth transition of brushstrokes and bristles to the field of marigolds.
The sweet friction brought by divine hands, is the depth you were searching for.
And as the storm rolls in, high on the technicolor clouds, you take a moment to catch your breathe.
Next thing you know the rainbow wildfire blooms from the painted raindrops, setting the flowers ablaze.
It is a world created of mind made matter, and if you cannot see the parallels, then you lack the imagination!
Any fiction can carve its way into reality, that is the truth of all worlds.
That is the key, forge your ambitions and blow the doors wide open.