Untitled - December 25, 2003 The threads of liquid gold twist and coil into a standing column that moves and pools into a dot of crimson red. Silver veins shot through pale blue, the mélange of colors blur and then reform into the veritable hue of shades that wrap themselves around the moment. Green festoons against deep red; the drifting of snowflakes in the still of the night; watching children's dreams form and take flight.