Perfect color (oy boy) is an egg-hatching moment, kairos, and from there you can move forward back to connect undertones that encompass your naïve expertise.

Yours and mine.
There are no nasty hues in their nesting place. There’s a flywheel effect turning conversation over to science and greed. A private-public wholesaling of prototypes that mess up the visual cortex — pasted-in blind spots crammed with luxuries that bind. The flip side — tooth and nail radiance powers of color broker for enduring benefits.