other than the colour
Primarily stacked inside a segmented and balanced scene those colours bring to mind the hues of the rain in the surreal technicolour dream.
Sandwiched between the blue and red shades of wet metal the hot pink jacket cannot contain its contrast and remains improperly recorded by the mechanism designed around averages.
Beneath the surface the rage bubbles like paint melted over time by sunlight bright red expression of the fire inside the shell about to explode.
Seen as if through a filter distorting vision, the crack snaking through the perception of a red morning of angry rain only a reflection inspired by my friend James!
Repeating patterns of old memories resurfaced when the snow covering winter ground melts into the warmer earth and feeds the growth of the old eyes into the new.