Saturday, 8 May 2010


At some point, an object does not need to mean anything, it can simply be lovely to look at.

The green of the board melds with the smooth green of translucent discs as one's eyes embrace the brass circlets and lose themselves in the depths of  iridescent bronze balls. To the right is the cerulean blue of the sky.

Pretty is as pretty does but I doubt it in this case. What do you think?

Thank-you for your sincerity.

Shannon Lee