This little thing I threw together while waiting for the first coating of varnish to dry on my boat, shivering a little as the shipyard was rather cold and raw and windy... I don't know whether this visual thought is warming or not. I had a little fun. It's a dance macabre of certain nearness, but no matter how close or intimate, they never really seem to reach at all...
...many relationships work this way. The colours are happy anyway, even if the couple isn't (I don't know).
