Rainbows are always looked down upon in art because frankly no one can actually capture its magic. I feel like a small child, always coming back to this idea. Every rainbow that I make, falls short. It cannot be ephemeral and where are the elves and the gold?? No matter, I keep making them anyway and I am not embarrassed. Rainbows are hope. They are all-encompassing aspiration. They are joy. They are salvation.