Publisher's Synopsis
"I met Irene at a seafood place one night, met being a word I use loosely since I knew who she was already. She was of the Kings of Hawaii, the family about whom jealous people would note looked too perfect, plastic-like as if they were real-life versions of Barbie and Ken. There was a lot of blondness to their hair, blueness to their eyes and blood-and eyebrows, what eyebrows, thick and so dark they looked dyed. That was the legacy of their Hawaiian ancestors. And in Irene's case, her eyes were a palette of color, applied as if touched by the tropics, more surreal than real, more fluid than colorful, painted on and daring the Hawaiian skies to soak them into colorful refinement. I called them watercolor eyes." --Brian.
"Watercolor Eyes" is a parable of obsession and ambition. Where does one draw the line between the two? The first story in this collection of short fiction explores the lines of love and desire, wants and needs. "God will give you exactly what you wanted just to show you it's not at all that you needed." --Brian's mother.
