Dried red roses, symbolic of love past and the mirror of our inner reflections. All seems lost but if we seek nourishment just maybe there is something new and fresh waiting to unfurl. This painting was inspired by my own photograph and poem of the same name.
"Beneath the dust an inner harvest toils
strengthening, strengthening, nourished by a place beyond thoughts,
a lixor of passion, reciprocal, replenishing.
Verdure anew with each season past.
A gentle breeze as particles stir, at first one spec then two, three.
Hurry not, slowly to unfurl the green shoots once more,
carefully, tenderly as a butterfly cupped."
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