“I love the colours of the odd patterns, all mashed up together, true chaos and anarchy that is, some call it art though“ Gun Roswell
Patterns in anarchy
The patterns on the snow, formed together an abstract image, of a smiling face, in al the rainbow colours, thus closing the invisible line of the scrimmage taking place when several critics go into battle about the meaning of art, yes well, this could be the start, of something pretty chaotic, which someone may want to immortalise into a painting of sorts and to top it all, it will be featured in a gallery, near you, but only for a chosen few.
The patterns on the water glistening in the warms sunlight on the surface of the poolside, out on the patio, quite wide, and as you keep on glaring further more, you start to feel the chaos building within you, soon enough, the need to rage against the machine or at least, some of those art critiques, stating your water pictures so cool and colourful, were really not art work at all, but just some insta snaps someone could fall for.
The patterns all bottled up, on the shelves, until it is time to popup the corks and start pouring all the awaiting glasses full, of liquid, in so many colours, the drinks looking rather exotic, but be warned as to taking a sip, or two, you might just fall into a state of anarchy, before on the floor you fall, and that is a risk you will take, when taking part in an artistic exhibition made out of coloured water in glass bottles, just for the heck of it all.