What is missed experiencing the
world through a binary lens?
Final considerations of old frames
reveal nothing beyond abundance vs deficit.
Saturated, dripping color, rich, satisfied.
Viewing all else a bleached lack of aesthetic.
Accuracy is suspect, but by what metric?
How, who will decide?
Perhaps there exists a vast, largely unknown
space somewhere between assured feelings of
the all or nothing summation and the foreign.
Beyond those infinite, difficult and complicated
realities where a stark, pale, washed out hue stands
apart from freakishly saturated technicolor life.
Our truth can reside in spaces and shadows
between subtle hues, tones, and shades.
Equal distance from visceral there is a nuance
that waits where unambiguous meets harmonious
in that truest light of a fresh, new space.
