This was the last painting in a set of four based off of a poem I wrote. This is the poem below: A Poem her dull honey hair twists with the breeze the little waves roll with the air's current while her eyes are unmovable transfixed on far away places searching for the child lost in the liquid forest lips parted from words words stuck behind her tongue a memory crawls its way up only to be swept away into dust the particles tease her mind as they blow past her eyes so fast they leave they are but streaks on her windows little ribbons of what once was a beautiful canvas her eyes bathe themselves yet remain tainted you'll never look through a stained glass as you did a clean one *** This painting is based on the last four lines. It illustrates how the innocence of childhood memories becomes tainted and changed as we go through different life experiences. The "child lost in the liquid forest" is the image within the eyes. I was trying to imitate how a dream would put all of these things into symbolism. The eye on the right is in the original colors of the memory, but the colors of the eye on the left have been altered to hues of purple to show how the memory has been warped. I would like to turn the poem into a very rhythmic song, perhaps in the beat poet style of the Doors, my favorite band. Acrylics on 30x40 canvas.