Fresh Fruit

Sometimes it seems that life's upheavals are relentless, and the odds and ends of existence keep scattering to the wind. Then, one day, you start to notice a pattern, a coalescing of sorts, a quickening of the nest, and it dawns on you in a very real way that without the disintegration inherent in Chaos there would be no room for what comes next. New life needs space to breathe. The challenge comes in letting the space BE.

I started painting last weekend and am in love. This is the first of many to come. A Bosc.