Took a gander,
Through a slate-hued pane?
Assure you,
No masterpiece -- the mundane.
Take a thought,
Could the artist be so sane?
Hold tight,
You're no longer on the plains.

Craft a superior rendition,
If you dare.
In the realm of satire,
The oddity declare.
Embrace the notion,
Your coherence may ware.
Oh you're plummeting,
To the realm of nowhere.

Re-imagined - 12.01.2024

How would one appreciate the true colours of art through shades? It disorients colours, driving a whole different meaning; just like when you are looking through the hued shades of love towards that one person you adore. You won't realise their true colours until you fall apart. You won't see the truth, you won't see the lie, you won't know what the artist is truly about. You believe he is sane, his work is mundane. But no, this life is not such an easy plain.

Now that you have taken the involuntary dive down the cliff named his insanity, I dare you to avenge. Be aware it's the same everywhere; this world is full of such diabolic creatures. Hold tight, hold on to yourself. It's you for you in the realm of nowhere.

This journey isn't just about viewing art through a distorted lens; it's a plunge into the depths of understanding the chaotic, the unpredictable, and the bewildering nature of both art and life. The shades, whether they are those of love or perception, obscure the reality, masking the true essence behind a facade. It's a reminder to stay vigilant, for the world is teeming with complexities that can deceive and confound.