She sits cubed flowing in swirling color-dust

Solidified like rock

The moisture out of the oil and leaving behind only the dry work

She is unknown to those who gaze

Yet if you can shift your perspective,

and blur even the harsh edges

you will find that she is gazing also with cubed emotion

The right side sadness with a glimmer of compassion

and the left is direct and piercing in perception

Her reality is realized within her roughness and her softness

The line drawn starkly between the two

The colors blurring where delineation is unecessary

The model’s shape in reality has remained fused with my perception

Who would say this is right or wrong?

All I know is I am here.