Vertical striations of varying length in tones of yellow sage, pinkish lavender, electric peach, mint, blues, and greys. Dry ultramarine pigment dusted then smeared and stuttered amongst dolloped drops of paint. A hint in the lower right corner of turquoise and orange, like a period on a paragraph.
The cracks are always there, just on the sidewalk surface or the crook of his lip. Suggesting something beneath, the passage of time and space.
Sweet and smooth, like the neighborhood ice cream man on a hot sticky afternoon in August. He peddles his treats, his chime brings all the kids to the yard.
Crook, kook, no; that's just Dook.