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In the world of Fragile Vision, every painting begins not with colour, but with a breath, a quiet fragment of poetry. From that breath, pigment drifts outward, carrying emotions too delicate for speech. Full brilliantly coloured red, green, blue, brown. Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. The pale ultra-pale hyper-pale half body portrait, cute Kyoto girl, traditional short mini skirt, in dynamic pose, a print of mathematical equations, astrological signs, glossy spheres of symbols, against a backdrop of drippy fungi mycelium slime mold, splash paint over robes, hieroglyphics symbols, alien calligraphy with Gestural Flourishes, ripples, Skips, Feathering, bleeding from indian ink, sketches of graph & waves, impasto oil painting, dark, abstract, ominous, style of Dave McKean and Stephen Gammell.
In twilight halls where truth stands still,
And words bend softly to the will,
We walk the line of shaded air—
A realm where shadows meet the fair.
Black humour, sharp as tempered blade,
Laughs at the dark we once obeyed;
It steals the sting from hidden fears,
And turns despair to brittle cheers.
White lies, as light as whispered breath,
Guard tender hearts from needless death;
A gentle cloak of muted grace
Laid over sorrow’s trembling face.
Yet life unfolds in muted tones,
Where right and wrong are rolling stones;
Not black nor white, but layered skies
Where mercy lives and judgement lies.
So pause before the jest you cast—
Ensure it heals and does not blast;
And weigh each lie with careful art—
Does it deceive, or shield a heart?
For wisdom blooms where colours blend,
Where motives meet and paths ascend;
And in those grey, uncertain ways
We learn the craft of honest stays.
May laughter lift and never bruise,
And softened truths no trust abuse;
For in discerning what we say,
We prove our worth in light and grey.
