In all my travels I have seen many flowers. It seems to me that often we simply take flowers for granted, and often we forego the time of simply stopping… admiring… and wonder at the intricate beauty of their creation. Some of us pick them from the garden, or a field, or simply order a bunch from a florist to display in our homes where we can admire their colorful beauty and complex fragrance.
But looking at flowers always makes me think of the creative mind behind them. When I visit an art exhibition or museum, I am fascinated by the creative process/es that led to the final and proud display on the wall or easel. The imagination behind it… the process of thought, deep introspection, and ultimately a picture of the artist’s experience and character. A painting for me is essentially an expression of the artist’s soul. So when I look at flowers I am firstly overwhelmed by just the prolific output of this artist. The mix of colors and detail in these live canvases are simply astounding. A single canvas could literally take years to study and appreciate fully, and according to The Guardian, as of 2010 there were approximately 400,000 types of flowering plant species in the world. Can you imagine?
Each flower canvas holds and displays a part of the artist’s nature, and paints portions of his character in kaleidoscopic fashion. The composition is always infinitely delicate and detailed, and not a single drop of paint is out of place. And then I heard the artist say, “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?”
I want to respond with an “Unbelievable!” but am forced to humbly admit, “Believable!”