Exekias Sans Color

The essence of the old "stupore" slithers on my eye, and As your gecko is part of my spiritual plane classification (Guess what, I am The Lizard King), and I say your black+white saturated proportion between the lens and the subject (gecko) is hushed by the subdued, restraint tonality that vividly carries a muster my eyes can soak, you have taken a very unadorned almost naturalistic photograph and modified it into a poetic gesture ..... assolutamente bello, Senora .. and Ciao, Donna Bella!

P.S. Your gallery is a swimming pool of creative impetus/A study or an observation of all the nascent things that reminds me of the alluring candour of functioning senses … truly brilliant pieces of varied tastes.

Sincerely and The Flame of Candour/Is The Flame of Devouring Splendour
The Eyes Of Ezinda; or The Eyes Of Ezinda or The Chameleon Prophet and The Butterfly Sibyl