This art piece is an extension of my poem Words. Sometimes, the limitations of words as a medium for human expression paralyze us - varying perceptions of terms create complexity to our simplest speech, and silent communication saturates us with the most love. Colors, much like words, shift form and reach each mind differently. In this piece, I began by drawing polysemous figures with a base “yellow”. I explored different manifestations of yellow as I added other pigments, sketching equivocal shades that we cannot name. What started off as “yellow” changes over time, leaving room for our perceptions alike to alter. Hence, we continue the communication of what yellow is: to some, it is the emblem of innocence - disgusting snot to others. Perhaps we all picture a completely different color while murmuring the same name for it. We may, then, perhaps absorb color as it is - reflection of light processed by the brain - without categorizing it.

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Trace 

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Soil spilled from a truck, leaving its trace on the asphalt. Scattered leaves and broken shards stretched into brown lines, a fleeting imprint.

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The trace lay like an unintended poem, an artwork born of chance. In that brief collision of order and chaos, time seemed to pause.

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I stopped and looked. The trace spoke—became a poem.

I pressed the shutter. The moment held, and I became part of the art.