There is a Clarity of mind, I believe I strive for. It sets root in the Swadhisthana, in the search for a colour, and in the shade of a tree... It is my own unsettling peace. I dont think i will never be close to it, due to its ever-changing nature. However, can you get closer to a concept when it sits differently on every canvas, and changes in the light... smoke under a glass holds more weight. but for the vision of those stray wisps sitting under the tumbler before they dissipate, you are content in the search and allow it to continue. its somewhere between burnt umber and saffron... with an essence all its own.