A Painting L ife is a painting. Entering different life stages, Disparate colors are added to my palette, Day by day, year by year.
Years grow, colors change.
As a baby, I was crystal-transparent, Clear as waterfalls running down from the mountains. Ignorant, filled with blankness, Like looking into a translucent window. People saw me inside out, I was waiting to be colored. No pensive dim hues were blended with the purity of my palette. Only the shiny colors accompanied by my naivete.