This is theater no one sees. I perform my task, coloring walls with a stream of sweat and consciousness. Or, a river of consciousness. Some days are green. All green. Monochromatic within the subtleness of every corner of that hue. The edges try to creep into blue or spread into an olivey yellow smear. But I wrangle it, keeping it within the circle of my minds eye. It is a game I play with the chalk color. They have inherent needs to become something that I may not want, and I reserve the choice to let them rule my thumb or keep them under it.
You have to learn the rules of the game.
And then you have to play better than anyone else.
Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward;
they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe