The Blossoming Of Life (81)

In this painting, two blooms speak to each other like mirrors of light. Warm yellows cradle a carmine heart while emerald leaves rise in peaceful columns. The vertical format stretches the gaze upward, a gentle ascent. Highly diluted ink reveals halos, vaporous fields where grace circulates. One senses the shadow of a wind, dawn passing over petals still wet. Denser passages anchor the composition, recalling the earth’s patience. Everything here speaks of quiet abundance and blessing. Light does not conquer: it visits, it lifts, it promises. It is an Edenic garden addressed to the present moment. What if growing meant simply letting the light lengthen us toward the sky?