On Cactus
I haven’t been anywhere but here, at home.
I have been everywhere but here, by the windowsill.
At times, I have this immense desire to witness greenery in my surrounding, not on the streets, in the park, but my immediate surrounding, my den, my spiritual home. It is very pleasant in the eyes to see plants by the windowsill, an indication that someone is really putting effort into their ever-increasing uncertain but passive life. It’s cactus for me! I desired it, just one pot, only one. Cactus sits there gradually expand and gradually forgotten. Not me! Now and then I’m reminded of this one and only cactus, of course, I am charitable enough to pay attention. Again, it’s time to head to the studio.
One painting at a time disjointed harmony.