One of the best things about being an amateur, bumbling artist is stumbling across the true beauty and immensity of design in art created by a True Master Artist. The Master's art doesn't just delight- it story tells. It spirit touches.
I can say nothing less about these blossoms, simple as they may be. In the true gift of the beauty in the ordinary, these blossoms breath perfumed beauty into a world pain- wracked. For a moment too brief it is a right for an earth too often wronged.
It tells a story that if only we listen could take us down a path to the Artist Herself.
Who is this Artist? Some may him God, others call her Spirit. To some the Artist is Life itself, while others see not a being but process.