Mixing colors is not at all like riding a bike. 

It is a fine art that you do forget!

Spent two days moving little piles of muck. Felt like a Caterpillar D-9 dozer driver fixing a California mudslide. 

Moving then apart and then together hoping for a different hue. Adding this adding that like a blind chef grabbing spices off the rack hoping for gumbo.

Tiny bit of success late yesterday. I want my training wheels back.

I hold the colors hostage.....................

Thought of The Gifted Children lyrics to Kaleidoscope Eyes.

Kaleidoscope Eyes

The Gifted Children

When the cortisone kids were clearing everyone said,

"The sky's gone out."

Entering into unseen contracts

Smiling their way into a black and white world.

Now everyone is lining up and no one knows what for

Plastic man-machines are merely fodder for us.

If you squint you might be able to imagine

what this used to hold...

She's got an attic where she holds colors hostage

Releasing them for view but only through her kaleidoscope eyes.