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The Great Color Migration
My everyday colors. My everyday expression. The Maximalist Artist
The Great Color Migration
Every spring, when the digital winds began to blow, the shapes would start their journey across the white canvas sky.
The big yellow form led the way, stretching and curving like a lazy river. “Come along!” it called to the smaller shapes scattered below.
The red patches hurried to catch up, tumbling over each other in their excitement, while the deep blue forms glided gracefully behind them.
The green circles were always the most adventurous.
They spun and spiraled, creating little whirlwinds of motion that made the thin black lines dance and wiggle with laughter.
“Slow down!” the lines would cry, but they secretly loved being tickled by the passing colors.
As the migration continued, the shapes began to play their favorite game, seeing how many different ways they could overlap and blend without losing themselves completely.
