Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

The first time I saw the fish, I did not know it was made of rainbows. There were different colors in the middle. Red, orange, violet, indigo and green and he spoke of if it as if it was him. The first time I watched him described his art, he sounded different, pride, joy, different. He wanted to show me more. His hand with a heart in the middle. His cloud with a rainbow across the sky. The first time his art spoke to me, I heard it say, with eyes full of joy, that the works of your hands will be full, of joy, of colors, of rainbows across the skies. Wide, the skies are wide, wider than your eyes can see, rainbows across the sky wide, all for your eyes to see.