How I love color! But it must submit to my will.
I adore art, too. As I kneel before it, I expect that art will become mine.
Everything around me glows with passion. Every day reveals a new, exuberant burst of scarlet. Everyone around me represents a variegated flower, or carries one.
Some wear them quietly, tacitly hidden in their hearts.
And some, like poppies, are only blossoming. One catches but a glimpse of a crimson petal peeking out from behind a verdant bud.
Other folks, on the contrary, are already always in full bloom.
Passion, radiance, and beauty are their vivid, vital, floral crown that exudes energy in every direction.