coincidence/consequence

The person who installed my divider did a wacky job. Somewhat in the middle, he joined two rows of planks atop one another with another row, in no way aligned. I suppose it did the job; the wall withstands. He also added--erratically, another six; sideways. Just in case, I'm guessing. One day, I made a mess of a homemade charcoal mask and seeing as my hands were fully caked, impressed my prints just above the second plank. Another day, I painted the first plank a seafoam/jade/teal kinda green background with royal, azure-ish leaves. A magnolia-smoketree mashup reigned in excess, a mixture of Norway maple and blackcurrant took second precedence, with hazel or Indian pennywort scattered in between. The second, I painted black then collected an assortment of caps and tubs in different sizes and filled the plank with colourful circles, both filled and empty. They aren't as evenly distributed as I would have liked, but it's not like it's for an exhibit. A few days after that, I painted the third one a scarlet-milano red, with flamingo-lace pink flowers. Some flowers appear to be anemones, others oleander or buttercups. Some look like jasmines and others like daffodils. Some like wallflowers or forget-me-nots and others like hibiscus, viewed from the top. On the fourth, I tried to paint clouds. You know just before it rains, when they're dark and heavy, gathering the last vapour needed to burst down upon us. It could've been better but for a first attempt, it's not too hideous. I'd like to give it another round, though. The fifth, which is next to the fourth, I painted cadmium. I wanted to paint a sunset. Or maybe triangles and/or lines artistically placed at varying degrees and angles. I think I also thought about doing a mehndi pattern, but it's still just yellow. The sixth plank stayed blank because I splashed the last of my paint on my denim shorts before I noticed it. I think it says much more about my character as is.