The artist hand knows the secrets of skin.
The way light and shadow betray what years of hate have tried to keep as uncommon knowledge.
They know the way whole tubes of red have contributed not to rich robes or ripe apples, but to the subtle flush of emotion lifting above cheek bones.
The artist hand knows how yellows and oranges are not reserved solely for tulip fields and sunset skys, but building pigment giving true life in little creases by one's eyes.
How difficult to capture flesh with limited access to a full palette... Impossible imitation and reflection without a full range of hues... How blues and greens get folded in somewhere between skyline and surf to bring the cool undertone breath of life beating beauty through a muse.
No, black-and-white does not exist for the artist who finds that proper skin colors are mixed from fireflies and alpenglow. Summer clouds and rainstorms. Borrowed from every flag from every nation. The same colors that make up the wings of birds and butterflies, swells and sandstone, forest and fog, blood and bone, ashes and dust.
The undertones that bind all akin.
The artist hand knows the secrets of skin.
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K.C. KENNINGS
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