Glow by Lady E

  I didn’t expect to feel anything. It was just a stop at Park Triangle Mall. And there was a Father’s Day exhibit. Something to pass through. But then— color. Not polite color. Not decorative. Color that moved. There was one in yellow. Violent strokes of red cutting through it. Fragments layered on top like something trying to hold itself together. It didn’t ask to be understood. It just… existed. Another sat in deep blue. Fire trapped inside it. Gold, red, and something restless pressing against the surface. Like restraint. Like something that knew how to stay contained. The circular pieces felt different. More intimate. As if they were not meant to be displayed—but revealed. Contained worlds. Private languages. You look at them long enough and they begin to look back. And then there was softness. Teal, flowing, almost weightless. A quiet undoing. It made me think about fathers. Not in the literal sense. But in the way things are passed down. Discipline. Restraint. Silence....