You’re alive, be alive.
The flowers I paint are exquisite yet they are already on their path to decay.
Their beauty is fleeting. The cycle of life and death unfolding in front of my eyes.
Nature demonstrates over and over the passage of living things from birth through death to rebirth, each part essential to the other.
It is a relief when grieving to consider that those who have died have become a part of the new, that we can connect with those we have lost whilst gazing at a flower, and that our moment of beauty is only one aspect of the whole.
There is a dark part to this truth coupled with profound elegance and beauty.