The thing hits you with colour before you've had time to think about it, the way a good sunset does. Lemon yellow, hot orange, crimson, hot pink, all of it thrown down on warm coral ground with the kind of speed that only comes from someone who knows when to stop. Olive greens and mauves dirty it up just enough to keep the sweetness honest. And over the top of all that noise, these quiet little pencil drawings, hovering like handwriting on glass. The whole thing holds together the way a thrown punch does. Momentum, not calculation.
