I like soft. Butterfly wings are soft, down feathers are soft, new grass is soft, kisses are soft, babies are soft (and they smell good, too). This makes me think of times when I stare at a patterned surface for a long time (like the wallpaper in my room when I was little, the marble floor in my bathroom, or the bark of a tree when I'm hunting)... eventually I find faces in it somewhere... I think the human brain is somehow programmed to do that. This is vague and soft, but still definite. I like it. A lot of your art is soft but nobody ever fusses at you for it, like they do me. I'm jealous. :)