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If you could see conversations between flowers and sunlight and whispering breezes perhaps this is what you might see.
Nectar-sweet murmurings in a dappled tapestry of tint and form.
Undulating nuances tempting curved color to vibrating ecstasies.
Soft, scintillating suggestions.
Creating a dynasty of imagery for consideration now, and for many generations to come. I will live on long after I die. Such is the indefatigable irony that is an #artist. A perpetuity of persistence. Like some recurring dream.
MAFO : "Meditation on Creation, No.54" — mixed media