Standard beige is so redundant
Dark neutral is just a storm cloud over a wheat plain
You said I was porcelain no 11 and i cried why not 1. Why
I am only drawn to colors that demand patience that can be wrought with a finer knife, a thinner paper
Substituting white for black
is what you call a bezold
I sweep shadows over my eyes.
I draw parallel lines over my lids to establish discernable boundaries.
My eyes release ink but it’s of the clear kind of no color
This has no meaning. Only color brings meaning — the hue is hewed.
All washes are watched transparence. All transparence is washed
watch. You tell me I am
not recognizable. But I am
sizable I cry
am I not. Am