 In a season when one is tempted to disregard, even discard, the mass of green paddles, it will unfurl tightly wound petals and bleed the colors of royalty. The pauper becomes the king. The crowning blooms aren't presented for centerpieces. Instead they wield armor that ward off the pickers and cause one to admire at a distance. How fascinating, this bloom that requires pause before coming close. mixed media on canvas, 24x30, framed $1000
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