BLEO, BLEE, The hue. Color is daily. It saturates our retinas, bleeds into our birthdays and allows us to scoff at it when splattered across the canvass. It races in red and breathes free in white. Everyday we pass it, wear it, hope for it, and, without realizing it, look through the those striking hues upon the world. Today, find the color, the saturation of something and gaze upon its depth. For you may just find yourself in question upon it as was Rothko.
