The Path of Color Evolving

The Path of Color Evolving

My winding path-

It was always hard to maintain solidity and opaqueness within the lines-

As a child I created a space

With tiny lamps and blankets deep in a closet with my first blank page-

There I created imaginary forms,

mostly pinks and blues-

The colors of my skin and deep bodies of water and the ways the two connected-

In this way I grew-

Inches on inches, and angled

my way through expectations and dissolution into adulthood-

The pink sometimes turning hostile blood red; the blue, sometimes shades of languid grey-

Intentional.

The dusty shades of the desert.

The pink of my mouth as it speaks truth, my truth, and mixes with new shades always to adapt-

The blue of my eye as it shyly lifts from the ground and looks directly in the eyes of life-

All colors, blaze. And mine, leave delicate stains behind me as I grow.

-Mia Frisch