Watercolours. You pale in comparison to photorealism.
Those often have more flamboyant colours, happier tones, vivid strokes, livelier noise. They're queerer, more captivating.

I never truly appreciated how beautiful you could be. Soft, tranquilising, gentle.

Whitewashed set, blue yet warm tones. Drawing me closer, pulling me in.

A meadow. The smell of your sky. A new sun.

It's perplexing to be directionless. No,it's comfortable; boundless. I now must see, even though sometimes there aren't enough flowers, and sometimes they aren't the colours I think would best look, altogether, you're still amazing.

A beautiful watercolour that took me.