"Such was the end, Echecrates, of our friend, whom I may truly call the wisest, and justest, and best of all the men whom I have ever known." these words of Pheado closing the description of socrates death.

These words cut deeply and leaves a sense of uncertainty mixed with emotions of sadness. socrates has died a long time ago, but his thoughts were perpetuated forever more. as the realization of socrates death as socrates the person, comes the explosion of feeling both deep and shallow. with them comes the thoughts of questioning, of cunning reasoning and of personal loss.

Colors are the tool of thoughts, patterns are the medium of delivery, objects are the symbols that interact with them.