Cynestaire

I stand before this piece drenched in incarnadine. I remember no other time when I've stood before such an intense amount of color; it seemed everything before me was of this, only of different shades. From the gaping void in the center of it all there were the vivid red serpents. It slithered down the canvas in eerie silence, making its descent pass the canvas and into the walls, wandering and wandering, beckoning all who might want to visit their home. The home which is the art, the Essence of Life as the artist has named it as he delicately designed his latest, most passionate work to date. There were crumpled fragments of darker red, alm