If I repeat something enough, will it become normal to me? If I look at something repeatedly will I begin to desire it? Will it become one of my desires? If I think something repeatedly, will it grow stronger in my mind? Will it effect, unconsciously, the rest of my mind, in a ripple effect, repainting my image? How will the dominoes fall? How will the wind blow? How will the light shine? How will the grass grow? It seems as if this horse is gaining traction with the ground. It seems more embedded into its environment. Though, its image is still incomplete in places. The feet are finding their place on the ground, while the head remains, or retains, its rightful place in the clouds. The pale blues cover the the underlying reds like a soothing balm. There is tension and harmony, intertwined things are resolving, but all is not resolved, in this uncanny dreamlike space. Has that penis found its place, or is it still trying to be invisible? Where does it fit on a pure white unicorn?