Past

I, the painter of pieces of such vivid and puzzling textures would not subsist without the history of her past that still haunts her. The past which consists of an engaging rage of patterns and twists so baffling that she, herself is still perplexed, that she, herself is indirectly affected. Her painting includes her parents, early 1960’s, Southeast Asia, Cambodia. It is beautiful, it is tremendous, and smiles galore cast by just to experience the reason why, A perplexing hue of blue and orangey- yellow But one umbrella of a frown turned all the smiles, and hues of yellows and blue into *SPLAT* Red. A red of ignorance, a red of passion, a red of hate Which red tint still mocks the psyche of the mind of citizens ‘til this day The past…