This painting tells the stroppy of reflection on those that have gone before us. Some feel bright and close, the others distant. Yet new life grows between our feet. Small flowers reminding us that those nest lives are strong red to carry the torch.
This painting tells the stroppy of reflection on those that have gone before us. Some feel bright and close, the others distant. Yet new life grows between our feet. Small flowers reminding us that those nest lives are strong red to carry the torch.