I see Trinity in shades of pink and purple, pastel yellows and greens, baby blues and lavender, all shades of white, and a speck of red hidden deep within the other colors. If she were a painting, her medium would be watercolor, sketched carefully in pencil first; calming and soothing, nurturing, kind and the definition of fairness. She would be a still life painting; organized and detailed, everything just exactly as it should be. She is wonder. She is mysterious and deep, both emotional and logical. She is graceful and confident, creative. She is perfection and light. She is beauty and wisdom. An old soul captured perfectly in shades of soft blue, white and violet. In the painting of Trinity there is little shadow.
Cadence is vibrant. Shades of green both bright and dark, shades of purple and yellow, the essence of energy. Colors in neon. Everything extreme. She is abstract art; bold and defiant. She is acrylic paint splashed across a background of mellow green, because, at her core she is balance and harmony. She is love. Outwardly, she is chaotic and busy; she is undefinable. She captivates. She rages. In the painting of Cadence there are bold streaks of red temper, splashes of deep purples and grays scattered about. Those pieces of her that can only be described with color. A contrast of light and shadow that makes Cadence so uniquely Cadence. In the painting of Cadence, there is hidden meaning.
Quinn is shades of white and grey, red and blue. The painting of Quinn, largely unfinished. The colors almost visible. A concept of red temper. An aura of blue analytic intelligence. A sensing of yellow friendliness and violet empathy. A happy soul. Both independent and fearless. The idea that underneath the background of white and grey there is a sort of rhythm. A pulsation of love and acceptance of all things living. A pattern of green and black, harmony and masculinity. Sweetness and strength. Purity. Still so much undrawn, so much undefined. A canvas that is being uncovered rather than painted over. In the painting of Quinn, there is light, there is awe. There is the concept that all things are possible.
