Stripped

"It is our choices ... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities"
[J.K.Rowling]

In colour, there is a whole riot of hues here. Burgundy, burnt orange, pale & elegant cream.

There's some little thought nagging away in a dimly lit corner of my brain, about only really being able to shine and be ourselves when we really are able to make choices, freely. (And it's us, ourselves, that hold the key to that *freedom* of choice).

I can't quite articulate it yet, (Well, I could, but it's late, and I have to pack).

Very dear to my heart, and shortly to be etched, clearly, as an inky bold statement onto some pale and unsuspecting skin at the nape of my neck.

(My belief that is - not a random sketch of mono tulips).

(Monotulips sounds like some horrendous STD)

(I'm shutting up now).