An artist moved into action.
Fingers, a brush, intention, collision. Flecks, streaks, bubbles and trouble.
A stir of the cauldron.
A prismatic potion in a magical world.
passage on light
Secret roots give birth
To leaves withheld from earth.
Leaves twinkle: each a kite
Exploring the canyons of bark is like probing a strange planet. A strangely beautiful planet.
Time is a river, eternally flowing.
Every instant that passes is a tiny droplet of time. Each precious drop creates new rippling beauty. The hourglass drips, drips, drips.
Peer into this stone basin of crystal water…