Shade. I was thinking shade. I like the shapes the paper liners make and the shadows that are cast. This is a fluid piece. Dribbles and goo. The paper caught some of it. My fork caught some a little later. As I eat these with my eyes and while my brushes travel from palette and paint to the piece, my mind plays in a place where color and light and moments in time shift and ooze. Painting is an exploration. An access point where possibilities abound. Movement. Vibrance. Color. Form. The ooze and goo of art.