Friday, January 22, 2016
If the glittering dry snow did not reveal the sharpness of the cold air, the sunshine that lights up my studio on this pretty Friday could easily deceive my seasonal reality. I had the sudden impulse to feed spring in my heart early in the morning, so in an attempt to do so, I brought home beautiful spring buds, a pot full of grape hyacinth. I find such beauty in the growth of plants, their sudden progress and responsiveness. They react with surprising gratitude to my providence...
In the end warmth is in the heart, it is not to be sought or found in the outside world.
And in moments like these I truly understand the frivolous nature of words.