For as long as I could count my age on two hands I had a world painted with sky blue and forest green. The next decade was awash of vibrant hues, perpetually ebbing and flowing across cities and states, defining the palette I’d use to paint my future. My last ten have been exploring contrast, experiencing deep black depths and pure white peaks. Today, I will break out more tubes of paint; richly saturated colors mirroring friends and family, natural umbers for my rekindled affection with the NW, subtle shades that hint at wisdom learned by dipping into the wrong paint and at long last finding the proper compliment. As my third canvas dries, I’m elated with how the triptych evolved and am elated to see what colors these other blank stretched pieces of cloth have in store for me.