This tastes of the cheap merlot from the grocery store interlaced with blood-red rubies from pandora. It smells of Hannah, of vanilla mixed with pepper. It feels like the lipstick mark left on my cheek and a slow blush creeping up my face. It’s the color of a mustang and the laughter at a casino. It is passion and love, containing notes from every Michael Jackson song. It contains the smiles of Hades and the scowls of Persephone. It is fire, raging through my mind burning down everything in its path leaving nothing in its wake. It is blood running down my mother's head and the sound of my screams filling the air. But it is also the warmth of cinnamon and nutmeg and the soft glow of the campfire at midnight.
It's a rose with its thorns on.
I put the brush down and rummage through my brain bag trying to find the next emotion color to paint my masterpiece
This is sadness entwined with Mozarts songs and sea salt. It is the lapis lazuli necklaces sold at renaissance fairs. It contains the regality of a peacock feather and the smiles of children at a swimming pool. It’s the melody of a siren and a sailor's hat. It’s the scales of a mermaid and a fizzle of bubbles. It is the look that passes over any person about to face death. It’s the pools of nostalgic tears in my eyes as I walk through my hometown. It’s the storm clouds gathering in the east and azure mornings by the sea. It’s cerulean and a bowl of blueberries served in Greece.
Its froth over a milkshake and the tinted color of memories long forgotten.
This is the color of death, of ominous sounds and witches. It is the suit I wore to my mother's funeral and the poppy seeds on a muffin. It is a hemlock tree and a nightingale. It’s the robe of Hades and the color of the underworld. It tastes of dark chocolate and coffee wreathed with the smell of burnt toast and eggs. It is the home of the crazy and depressed. It’s the vast expanse of the cosmos. Something and nothing.
This is what I imagine heaven to be. It’s the cool touch of soft clouds and tastes of cotton candy. It’s the first snow of the season and the sound of opera. It’s the color of Hannah walking down the aisle and the sound of I do’s. It's full of light and daisies. It's a peace treaty after war and it's helping an old lady cross the street. It's the smell of rich orris butter entwined with a kiss of sweetness.
I put the brush down, I am done my masterpiece finished
“This might be your best work so far Lucas.”
It’s what I imagine life’s all about, finding the colors.
At the gallery
“Mom look that painting looks like SpongeBob and Patrick”
“It’s abstract is it?”
Yes, abstract that's what it is. Nothing more