White is not pure or virginal

It is the utter intense orgasmic joy of all colors coming together in perfect harmony.

It is full of adjectives, all of which are passion derived.

The white is around us all of the time, it knows not sleep.

Yet it is unattainable, i.e, that which you were searching for was with you all of the time.

Flies can ruin the moment because they try too hard and though iridescent they are still black.

~Alesda Maderi, 1994 

I want/need more white, virgin, canvases ~ Maderi, 2013