Fleurs ou Fleurs devant un portrait - Matisse

Who would ignore a giraffe? Place it off-centre and perhaps I would, on a particularly grey day where I was all but disappearing myself "Please point it out to me," I might say, all the colour returning to my face, joie de vivre leaping into the essence of me as you and I see what we want to see It's so easy to get swallowed up in patterns when everything becomes wallpaper, including ourselves, until we just snap out of it— momentarily, start to look around Darkness may crouch and stick to the edges it sets everything off, that contrast danger lurking low, it's the weirdest thing until you let your focus slide to be suddenly aware that everything is in colour Forget what's captured fades, wilts, tarnishes or breaks every second there is less in the pattern of it but right now, there is a chance to be distracted at least