I’m really amazed by the “creative blueprint” that is mysteriously held inside seeds.
If you have ever grown a plant from seed you know what I’m talking about. You hold a tiny, dry pebble on your finger tips and then press it into dark soil. Months later, you stand on a hot humid summer day clasping your clippers wondering how such a tiny thing is now so wildly over grown.
I’m in the awe every time, seeing life spring out of darkness. I imagine my experience of that energy finds its way onto my canvas in colors and thousands of tiny brush strokes.