It's a garden, English Cottage style, with flowers in pinks and purples and white and roses sprawling willy nilly in the space. A tousle of joyous bloom!
Ooops, no . . . . It's a quilt, that pattern of small six sided shapes, carefully, carefully cut and sewn to form flowers of lime green, forest green, ochre, lemon yellow, crimson circles formed by straight sided pieces: a bit of magic, all awhirl, blending the colors.
Oh-oh. No. It's neither. It's the entrance to deepest space: dark, darker indigo blue circular holes are surrounded by flashes of red and yellow neon lights beckoning us to the void beyond.
No. NO!! It's the green eyed monster! Its three jade green eyes, like those of some weird spider, each has three blue pupils rimmed with citron green and sparkling gold.
No. I'm wrong again. It's a bouquet, a gleeful collaboration of many-petaled turquoise flowers with orange centers, six-petaled pink blossoms with blue dots, pale sky blue blossoms with navy blue eyes, next to yellow with purple, their stems all wrapped in silk.
Here, take this bouquet; it's a brilliance of bits of colored glass, light and movement.
But hold it softly, softly — else it transform again before your eyes — perhaps to butterflies.
