I stand and read your work. Art, not a book. I see your brilliant colours. Your bold, powerful strokes. I see the shapelessness and formlessness posed on an unbordered canvas, gilded along an inverted frame. There's the symbolism. There's the reverse syllogism. The emblem of the fiery red core. I see it all, but I don't see your price. Wow! You could buy a couch for that!